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Rhyme Time

1 Dec

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Beauty is in the eye of the beholder

We all grace as we grow older,

Absence makes the heart grow fonder

Smile, smile and you’ll live longer,


Money can’t buy happiness

More isn’t more, it’s less.

Life is for the living

It’s better to be giving,


Keep your chin up high

You’ll feel better if you cry,

Love is grand and love is gay

Every dog will have his day,

And I was born just yesterday!

Barb Best


The master of light verse, Ogden Nash.

The Fly  
The Lord in His wisdom made the fly,
And then forgot to tell us why.  

- Ogden Nash

Judith Viorst is quite funny!



Dorothy Parker of course.


When I am old, and comforted,
And done with this desire,
With Memory to share my bed
And Peace to share my fire,

I’ll comb my hair in scalloped bands
Beneath my laundered cap,
And watch my cool and fragile hands
Lie light upon my lap.

And I will have a sprigged gown
With lace to kiss my throat;
I’ll draw my curtain to the town,
And hum a purring note.

And I’ll forget the way of tears,
And rock, and stir my tea.
But oh, I wish those blessed years
Were further than they be!

– Dorothy Parker

Check out The Dorothy Parker Society for everything Dorothy Parker.

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Halloween GPS

25 Oct


Down boy!

So, what are you going to be for Halloween?

And what does that say about where you “are” in your life?

At various times in my life, I have been a pumpkin, a circus clown, a gypsy, a ghost, a court jester, a brain surgeon, Cat Woman, Dorothy Parker, a sexy ventriloquist, an ultra sexy Martian, Edith Piaf, a nun with a fly swatter, Charlie Chaplin, an urban cowgirl, and nothing.

Nothing is NO fun!

I will leave it up to your imaginations as to which developmental phases I was bumbling through at the various times when those particular costumes were selected. Where was I?

Halloween used to be almost exclusively for children, but today the “dress-up party” is increasingly popular with adults. There is nothing more annoying than a middle-aged man in a diaper, holding a rattle, begging every woman in the room to breast feed him.

The Kid

However, costume parties are an irresistible opportunity for us to connect with our inner playful children, expose our flamboyant tendencies, and possibly reveal that latent cross dressing compulsion. Halloween can be a great opportunity to embrace your inherent theatricality and perhaps even flirt with notions of reinvention.


What fun - a nun at a party

This year I am going to be… a pet psychologist specializing in early puppy development. Sounds like therapy fun.

So, what are YOU going TO BE for Halloween? I’d love to know!

Popular Halloween Costumes 2011 – Time Magazine

Copyright 2011

What To Wear?

25 Jan

The eternal question looms before us daily. What to wear?

For me, the answer is simple. What works for me?  Black, black and more black!


Okay, some gray (it matches my roots) but not too many shades of gray as that shatters my clarity.

As a transplanted NY comedy writer in LA and the 2010 Erma Bombeck Global Humor Winner (Erma rocks!) I feel compelled to wear black most days.  (So much so, that my concerned neighbor inquired, “Dear, are you in mourning?”)

For me, black summons the Muse. Black is cosmopolitan. Black is bodacious. Ha, I know what you’re thinking. Yes, black camouflages belly fat, love handles and flabby thighs (all the more reason to love it, I say!)

I like “comfy shab” when I’m plugging away on my humor blog Barb’s Blast (you’re reading it now honey!) or my books (stay tuned!) but also when – like many contemporary women (translation: multi-tasking, overachieving masochists)

I am a working wife (is there any other kind?), working mother (geez, is there any other kind?) coach, mentor, CFO, CEO, COO, microwave chef, dog nurturer, Satellite Sisters & Chaos Chronicles fan, Dorothy Parker & Robert Benchley worshiper, entrepreneur, bad TV aficionado, pop culture critic, aspiring cougar, pet therapist, chief wine and water bottle recycler, caffeine addict and other things I can’t recall.

With classic black and gray styles, I am as equally fashionable squeezing cantaloupe and kiwi in the busy market as editors and clients in onerous business meetings.

I am as comfortable stripping down in airport security lines as I am crafting uppity one-liners.

I look casually chic even when I feel as scattered as a pile of pick-up sticks in a 5.5 earthquake.

Shucks, I toss some fake pearls on and folks take me for a classy broad.

Serious and playful; It works for me.

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