Pamela Poole

I don't know about you, but the presidential campaigns in France (where I live) and the U.S. have given me a severe case of campaign poisoning. All that meanness and greed and selfishness is just toxic.

If you've been suffering too, I have a suggestion: to lift your spirits, celebrate...

I love postcards. I don't collect them, but I always seem to have a few stuck to the fridge and the file cabinet. When I was about 11, I got a chain letter that promised me thousands of postcards from all over the world. (This was in the early 70s, before...

After reading my recent post How Twitter Became My Morning Paper, someone asked me (through Twitter) why I have multiple Twitter accounts instead of just using the Twitter list function. The answer was too long for a tweet! So here goes, for anyone who's interested.

First, it's important...

"Are you on Twitter?"

If your answer is "No," then this is for you. And if you're over 45, chances are that's your answer. But before you write off Twitter as a time suck, or a toy for kids, you should know that most Twitter users are between 26...

This is the scene: My diminutive, white-haired, almost-70 mother walking through a hotel parking lot in San Diego one morning in a purple satin kimono with ostrich feather trim over boxer shorts and a t-shirt that says, "Put on your big girl panties and deal with it!" Plus red cowboy...

I just finished translating a handbook on disability for employees of one of France's biggest companies. It was a timely project; disability has been on my mind lately because I've recently had a taste of what it's like from the inside looking out.

I made it to 50 without ever...

When you choose to wear the red flannel shirt instead of the blue sweater, you're expressing yourself. Your mood. Your personality. Your values even. When you display a kitschy '70s vase from a thrift store on the designer table in your entryway it's the same thing. Same with the hula...

You know how when you plan a dinner party you put as much thought into the guest list as you do the menu? You think about who knows whom, who's in need of a little matchmaking or cheering up, who's likely to rub someone the wrong way... You filter the...

I was born at the tail end of the Baby Boom ('61), and most of my friends around my age don't use the Internet for much more than Amazon and email, just like they did 15 years ago.

A few who have teens or kids who've gone away to college...