by Dana Gonzalez I always knew I was different. I've suffered this ailment for as long as I can remember and decades later, there's still no cure. In fact, it wasn't until I was in my late 40s that the condition I share with millions of other women was diagnosed as Resting Bitch Face (or... Continue Reading →
by dana gonzalez I used to joke about my kids: "Wow, she's six! I've kept her alive for six years!" This was in comparison to my lack of success with house plants, mostly. Of course, there were other things I'd neglected: diets, leftovers, goldfish, car batteries, taxes. So it always amazed me that with my... Continue Reading →
Is anyone else wondering what you might look like now if you’d chosen a wholesome (by which I mean lame) youth versus adventurous and fancy free? By which I mean a bar-hopping, sun junky who enjoyed herself a cigarette now and then, but mostly a lot? The truth is, the cosmetic industry capitalizes on our... Continue Reading →
The Overhead Bin 