Winona Dimeo-Ediger

I call this happiness by proxy

Suffering from a severe case of the frumps? Not anymore.

One woman’s frumpy maxi is another woman’s new favorite dress. Gather a group of friends together for a clothing swap.

In light of the news that the GOP’s Affordable Care Act replacement

Dear bikini manufacturers: Not all short, curvy women want to channel their inner Marilyn Monroe.

Like any red-blooded Benedict Cumberbatch fangirl, I’ve totally fantasized about cuddling with him, nibbling on his ear, or maybe breakin

"Cute dress!" "This? I literally found it in a dumpster behind Baja Fresh."

All the skimpy clothes that come along with this time of year give me anxiety.

This woman has serious swagger. It’s a slightly more subtle swagger than, say, Snoop Lion, but it’s there: in the nonchalant flick of her wrist while tossing garlic cloves into a food processor; in her decision to throw a spontaneous formal garden party just because she made a frittata, and in her firm pronouncements to use only “good” ingredients — without ever defining what that means.

I mean, just look at the name: BLANKET SWEATERS. Wearing a blanket in public is not only a socially acceptable thing to do now, it’s downright trendy.