I do love this one...it’s my summer go-to when my skin isn’t as dry. The vanilla-bergamot is my favorite. I often find it at Nordstrom Rack for cheap, too, if TJ Maxx is all out.

I see people loading up on tubs at Costco and saying all the things it’s good for and it just reminds me of my Greek grandfather who was sure apple cider vinegar was the answer to everything and drank it to cure/prevent any number of things/sprayed it on his (bald) head and told me he was regrowing his hair.

Ahhh I had almost forgotten about this trilogy! I think I snagged the first one at a school book fair and the others at a now-defunct local bookshop (the memories!) It’s been a very long time since I read them... I also disliked the ending. Because lurve.

Am I the only one who is meh about coconut oil? It does nothing for me but allows me to watch my skin get drier and drier and sometimes if I use enough, irritated and red and bumpy because it’s so dry.

I have really found this to be super hydrating on my ridiculously dry skin (I don’t have eczema...but my skin suffers badly in northern winters):

I believe I read another article that said the deer was observed for a couple days and no mother arrived.

It typically seems to stem from the attitude that if you care about one child it means you can’t care about any other child or anything else at the same time...

WTF.

Mr. Rogers did offer us comfort also after the 9/11 terrorist attacks. What a wonderful, kind man...

I love Paula’s Choice so very much. Her antioxidant serum did break me out like no one’s business, but the rest of her recs and products have been top notch. That clinical facial moisturizer she came out with was the only reason I was able to keep using retinol this past winter.

I only use sunscreen containing zinc oxide and titanium dioxide on my face, every day... It doesn’t aggravate my acne-prone skin and the data seem to indicate it works effectively. The one I use is a little tinted to avoid that white cast. No nano particles, either!

Oh man. I discovered I have one of those, too. I’ve got a of of tiny, flat moles to begin with and a few larger (stable), but this is the only one in a ridiculous place. Did you get it removed? Was the whole experience of mole hunting terrible? I’m am idiot honestly... I get Brazilian waxes not sure why a game of…

I was thirteen, had thick, curly hair, and was armed with only a curling iron because my mother wouldn’t buy me a blow dryer or a straightening iron. I only had Aqua Net and Dep gel. I made the hair stylist cut layers and pretty much fried my surprisingly resilient hair in an attempt to have The Rachel.

The cuticle is dead tissue. What some push back and cut is the eponychium, which is live tissue and introduces the risk of infection. Nail techs shouldn’t be excising living tissue.

I 100% agree with this suggestion as I only use those two products for concealer and tend to have a dry under-eye area. Boi-ing is fantastic for covering blemishes elsewhere, though. I apply with a (clean!) finger and gently blend with the heat from my fingertip.

My mother had to do this with her mother, and her two siblings, also after her father died. He was the only one who gave her a reason to stay connected. I know it was painful, but she is also so much happier.

Was there any explanation for why he was tiny? I haven’t rewatched, but I remember thinking at the time that it was going to be a real struggle for me to take the episode seriously.

I work with the elderly and if I had a dollar for every 90+ year old in long-term placement with full code status... They are not well-served at all, and often it’s the family who has no idea how traumatic actually running that code is, and that a peaceful death is a gift.

I read a couple years ago about the sleeping on your back issue and realized that the only place I was sleeping on my back anymore were long afternoon naps on our couch... Which is the only time I had been having sleep paralysis in recent memory.

I also had this problem. Tall and weedy in elementary and middle school meant my shorts were never “long enough.” My mother had to buy me boy’s shorts so I was “decent” to play in our middle school golf league. Good. Times.