News and Issues: Inaugural Journal, Waiting to Party
Jo Freeman writes, " I did have my Obama moment. It was late at night on a dark DC street, but I didn’t have to wait for hours in the cold, or be crushed by a crowd, or even buy a ticket."
News and Issues: Amha Goes to the Inauguration
John Malone writes: Born in a remote Ethiopian village, Amha had been sold by his father to a traveling trader, survived in the mean streets of Addis Ababa and now stood with his adopted father witnessing a historic event on the Mall.
Beauty: Hydrate Skin to Soothe Winter Itch
Dermatologist Cynthia Bailey begins a quarterly column: If you give the skin a little extra attention in the winter and employ some simple tips, it will be as soft and hydrated as it is during the warmer and more humid weather of summer
Money and Computing: Am I Wearing Out My Welcome?
Joan L. Cannon writes, "Remember that your newfound cyber-pal has a life too. Don’t treat a new correspondent as though they already understand a) your family background, b) your phobias, c) your pet peeves, d) your most cherished dreams."
News and Issues: Obama Inspires Republicans
Jo Freeman writes: African-Americans achieved a visibility at the winter meeting of the Republican National Committee not seen in the memory of anyone there, and perhaps not ever on the national level.
Home and Shopping: Keep Those Paws Off My Pajamas
Diane Girard writes:There are pajamas I will not wear. I no longer buy the ones with critters on them. I have tried — but the animals disturbed me. I do not want to wear pink frilly nightwear either because then I feel silly, as if I’m stuck in a time warp at a pajama party.
Health and Science: Shrink Shrank Shrunken
Julia Sneden writes, "My
spine has begun to collapse, and most cruelly of all, this is happening as my
granddaughter is starting her adolescent growth spurt. Soon she will be kissing
me on the top of the head and, worse yet, noticing that my p…
Home and Shopping: Just the Icing on the Cake, Part Two
Roberta McReynolds writes, "I felt the premature thrill of success; a moment later the sculpted
flower slid off my fingers on its little wax paper toboggan, smashing upside
down on the floor. I don’t recall what I uttered, but it wasn’t anythin…






