by Jeannie Edmunds | Sep 6, 2023
I’ve been flying alone since I was six years old, when my parents put me on a plane from Richmond, Virginia to Philadelphia to visit my grandparents. When I spilled a glass of milk all over my yellow organdy dress it spoiled the fantasy that I was just like the other...
by Jeannie Edmunds | Aug 10, 2023
Who among us couldn’t use a Glow Guide? Not someone who tells you if your blush complements your hair color. Not a savior guiding you through a sea of concert-goers after you lost your phone and your glow stick. The Glow Guides I’m referring to help you tackle...
by Jeannie Edmunds | Jun 19, 2023
The Golden Girls was never my jam. The cranky old mom with her snarky daughter, the chatty airhead, and the age-denying Southern belle. When it debuted in 1985, I was living on the East Coast, working in network television. Nothing could have been farther from my...
by Jeannie Edmunds | Mar 8, 2023
I’ve been leaning toward calling bullshit on International Women’s Day. I mean, it smells—at first whiff—like a Hallmark holiday. Send a card for Grandparents’ Day! Order flowers for your favorite feminist! I decided to investigate. Has the true meaning been lost? Was...
by Jeannie Edmunds | Feb 17, 2023
Prime seating at a sports event might be courtside at the Lakers. A prime cut of meat is better quality and more expensive. But a woman is in her “prime” when she’s in her “20s, 30s, or maybe 40s,” according to Don Lemon. He’s an authority on this because he looked it...
