Author Archives: Zipporah Sandler
Every now and then I stop and take a look at my habits. Are they helping me in my quest for better health? Do I look and feel the way I really want to? Have I slid back to my old ways without noticing?
Alright, winter is here and now it’s time to think about your skin. Even here in South Florida, there is less humidity in the air, and that means dryness. The lack of moisture (even in the air) can cause our skin to be dry, flaky, pale and simply unattractive.
Do you remember the days when yogurt was a thin pudding like substance filled with sugar and a bit of fruit? In the past few years, what we used to think of as a healthy snack has gotten a bit more confusing as the buzz has turned to probiotics, prebiotics, and the various cultures that we now are being told are good for our gut.
I’m a totally laid-back type of gal. Everything rolls off my back. I deal with things as they come, and I almost never worry. At least that’s what I tell everyone. But if I am so laid back, what about the following?
As I sat in the stylist’s chair getting my 5 week cut and color, I turned to my hairdresser, Shana, and asked her point blank, “Why does my hair look so good when I leave, but when I shampoo, condition and style my hair at home, it just lacks the same great ‘just left the salon’ look?”
The saying goes that the road to hell is paved with the best intentions, and I promise you, I really did have the best of them. Increasing my fiber should be easy, right? Instead, it just feels like my one small change has become one big fiber pill. And if I see one more of those horse-sized wafers, I think I’ll scream.
Yes, I live in South Florida and NOT the South of France, but I do visit Europe yearly, and have spent considerable time in Paris. I even LIVED there for a time (many years ago). The first thing that I always seem to notice is how women of a certain age EMBRACE the way they look. The French don’t spend their money on facelifts and Botox, but rather on great skin care regimes.
I have a miniature bull-terrier who “lives the life”, and as I was playing with him yesterday I realized that there is so much that we can learn from our furry friends.
The holidays are coming quickly and while I find it easy to buy for family members, they are always asking me what I want. Whether it be little goodies for the stocking, or a token on each of those eight nights of Hanukkah, I’ve created a list of goodies that I’d love to unwrap while sitting with a big hot cup of cocoa.
When I hear a tune on the radio that I haven’t heard in years, it evokes potent memories. When I smell certain scents, they may remind me of anything from my grandmother to my favorite hotel. My Paris stories are always filled with smells: the patisserie on the corner, the open rotisserie pits at the farmer’s market, and one of Paris’ most wonderful hotels.