From TV and religion to sex and fast food, no topic is off limits as Lisa applies her edgy humor to the everyday issues that drive us all nuts. Lisa's weekly column runs in newspapers from LA to New York to Atlanta including: Gray Newspapers (metro Atlanta), Chattanooga Times Free Press, Southern Newspapers, Inc., Eagle Newspapers, Community Publishers Inc., and The Buffalo News.
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I come from a long line of do-it yourselfers. Yes sirree, there's nothing my family likes better than tackling some big unwieldy project involving overly-optimistic plans, a completely . . .
Ahh, the glamorous life of a business traveler. Winging your way from one city to the next, whisking through airports, your calf leather luggage slung casually over your shoulder. Los Angeles one day, New York the next, and you looking . . .
Men: Does giving your kids a bath or going to a Cub Scout meeting count as a favor for your wife? Well, sort of. It’s an odd paradox; every time. . .
Have you ever had one of those one-way conversations? You know, the kind, where the other person yammers on and on about their life while you just smile and nod? I'm often amazed. . .
Is customer service in America dead, or is it just sleeping? Or perhaps it's . . .
I've just met the worst person in the world.
Well, OK, I didn't meet him, I just did a phone interview with him, and frankly . . .
Beleaguered bellyaching doesn't translate into appreciation. . .
Have you ever noticed how some people can't stand to be told they're anything less than perfect? You offer them a simple suggestion on how they might improve, say, their communication skills, their driving, their eating habits or their home decor, and they act like you stuck a rusty . . .
Wouldn't it be great to work at home? You could come and go as you pleased; you'd always be available for your family; you could work in your bathrobe. No boss to yank your chain, no office politics, nobody stealing your Diet Coke from the company fridge. Just . . .
Isn't it amazing how much your eyesight improves right before you have houseguests? There you are happily living your life just fine among the piles of dirty laundry, heaps of clutter and assorted smudgy glasses. Then for some crazy reason, you schedule house-guests and suddenly you view your home with eyes anew. Your hawk-like vision reveals that . . .
But what about me? Have you ever noticed that whenever you complain to a friend or family member about your problems, they'll often try to top you. Or that if you drag yourself through the door at the end of a tough day announcing how exhausted you are, your spouse will . . .
Is your inner lizard gnawing away at your happiness? We've all got an inner lizard. It's the reptilian part of our brain. Buried deep...
The words strike fear into the hearts of men. Yet those who ignore it, do so at their own peril. With the epidemic-like trend of more and more women filing for divorce, I've noticed...
"How's your author's new dating book selling?"
"It's just awful since the divorce." "Yea, I guess it's tough to promote a relationship expert whose husband is dumping her." It was a . . .
Give till it hurts. We all have been told we should give more. Who hasn't been shamed into giving a buck to a bell ringer who made eye contact as you exited Target, laden . . .
One part stylist, one part shrink, one part fortune-teller; he's nixed half my wardrobe, but in a single two-hour meeting he showed me how I can look better at age 44 than I did at 20. OK, he doesn't look like Robert Redford, he's an aging gay . . .
June 6, 1985. My mother circled the date on the calendar, informing me that from that moment forward, I would no longer be on her payroll. After getting me settled into my . . .
Want to improve your marriage? Get a girlfriend. I personally credit two extra-special girlfriends with improving my sex life, helping my husband and I communicate better and on at least two occasions keeping me from murdering him . . .
I confess. I'm an optimist. One of those annoying people who always looks on the bright side. But the problem with being an optimist is that when you persist in seeing the upside, people often assume you're an idiot. . .
Paris and Nicole led "The Simple Life." My grandparents are experiencing the afterlife. After decades of hassling with real life, my family and I are opting out of reality altogether and going to experience life via remote control.
I'm not talking about jiggly thigh or belly flab. I'm talking about all those . . .
Has there ever been a human desire more fraught with disappointment and misunderstanding than the art of romance? The word "romance" itself conjures up vastly different images for men and women. For . . .
Where have all our manners gone? Gone into cyberspace every one.
Thanks to the endless capacity of the Net, I am being subjected to your sister-in-law's sappy story about . . .
I don't mention my Dad often in this column, but at age 72 he's a wealth of wisdom. Here, in his own words, is a classic Jay Earle story that always inspires me: "I was just 18 and fresh from training when I was assigned to . . .
Is your hair dumbing you down? A Yale University study reveals that, on first meeting, people make assumptions about your income, intelligence and sex appeal not based on your face or body, but based on your . . .
What would make you happy? Are you dreaming about wealth? Beauty? A new car? Maybe if you had the brains and bucks to attend a fancy. . .
What to do, what to do? Jamie Lynn Spears is pregnant at 16. Older sister Britney's train wreck of a life gets wilder every day. And to think this was going to be the year I gave up gossip. . .
Is there anyone out there who thinks their child married well? A hand-painted sign beside a country store says it all:
"Closed Sept 7. When my one and only daughter marries that sorry, no-count, worthless, shiftless John Patterson."
I have just seen one of the world's worst TV commercials. An all-American Dad in his weekend DIY. . .
Has there ever been an endeavor at which more well-meaning, hard-working people have tried, and ultimately fallen short, than the fine art of parenting?
If your daughter needed a kidney, would you give her one of yours? Of course you would.
But would you think about how to prepare her spirit to receive it?
Is Santa is the only man on the planet with a holiday to-do list? It's time to get real about what's causing holiday stress. Men don't saddle themselves with nonstop to-do's because they don't put their manhood on the line for . . .
Are you the next Dr. Phil? Calling all armchair experts. There's a sea of dysfunctionals out there just begging for your advice. Blabbermash.com combines two of my favorite pastimes — voyeurism and telling other people what to do. Here's how. . .
"But, Mooommmmy, you promised!" Once again, I had fallen woefully short of the perfect mother benchmark, and my child was shaming me with my shortcomings. If there's a. . .
You know, always assuming that Thanksgiving dinner should be held at their house. Declaring that they alone are entitled to inherit Grandma's good china. I'll tell you why we're so doggone bossy, because ever since you younger siblings shoved. . .
Can you feel sorry for a guy and still fire him? I think so, because my husband and I just did it. Well, technically he quit. But it wasn't pretty. . .
Is chastity the hot new dating strategy? The "wait until you know someone before you get naked" approach might not be the rage on college campuses, but an increasing number of relationship. . .
Have you ever made a horrible mistake? I'm not referring to a bad perm or a powder blue tux kind of mistake. Or a medium-sized error, like discovering sea foam. . .
Can you expand a man's mind by pounding a gavel on it? The sexual harassment suit against New York Knicks head coach Isiah Thomas spotlights once again the differing . . .
Why do men make more money than women? Calm down. I don't mean you personally. I have no idea how much you make or what you're worth. I'm referring to the well-documented . . .
Statistically speaking, yes. Or at least, they're less likely to do hard time than similarly charged bad guys who commit the additional offense of being ugly. Numerous studies have . . .
Cute little booties, a beautiful nursery filled with plastic duckies and spouse you love more by the minute as you bask in the love of your darling child. Who knew???
Are smart people miserable? There's a long-held theory that average folks are happier than the brainiacs with high IQ's. The premise is that if you're super smart, you're more likely to be tormented by. . .
The Ant Man cometh. And apparently he disliketh his job. Or at least the part that has to anything to do with bugs. My Ant Man encounter. . .
Don't you just hate those sunshiny, cheery people? You know the kind, always focusing on the good stuff, and stubbornly refusing to acknowledge . . .
"We're not made of money, you know." If I heard it once, I heard it a thousand times. Whether it was Mom explaining why . . .
Extra firm. I never dreamed those two little words would cause me to despise my husband and ruin. . .
What did you want to be when you grew up? If you were like many little girls who bought into the . . .
Whether catty coworkers, lackluster employees, incompetent supervisors or directionless higher-ups, sometimes it seems like the whole world is . . .
The flowers are the wrong shade of papaya, the dwarf missed his entrance cue and now the band's security detail is blocking my entrance to the stage. Cue the Drama Queen . . .
Strap on your engines, and let the mudslinging begin. The fight for the oval
office has begun. Last time half the country convinced themselves that the
other half were selfish, soulless nuts, but. . .
Ahhh, summer... After a week at the lake with my extended family, all I can
say is, there's nothing like some quality time with mom and dad to shine the light on dysfunction...
See Jane. See Jane run. See Jane work. See Jane slowly go insane as she toils away chained to her brown laminate desk with only a flickering strip of fluorescent light to . . .
Is it TV or shopping or was the geeky professor of quantum physics really right?
There are some situations that just bring out the stupid in people. Airplanes, drive-through windows and any form of public transportation are. . .
The Other Woman. Is she a victim or a vixen? A brazen hussy or the girl next door? I'm fascinated by cheaters, my husband and I have . . .
How do good-looking people find time to stay beautiful? What with schlepping my kids to the mall and surfing the Net for bargain handbags, I barely have time to shave my . . .
Disgust, envy, fear, passion, money and power. A sordid love triangle? Kind of. I'm talking about the relationship . . .
Singles searching for a spouse often believe that matrimony is the golden ticket to a lifetime of great sex and matching towels, kind of like a Pottery Barn catalogue come to. . .
Why are they doing this to me? Whether it's the headset-wearing counter clerk at Taco City who always shorts you two burritos or the inattentive friend who . . .
I have discovered a miracle. Well, OK, maybe not a Moses parting the sea miracle, but a miracle exercise program that transformed me from an always-hungry slightly chubby woman into. . .
Don't you wish there was a test you could use to keep jerks out of your office? You know those people, who seem nice during...
Sometimes you don't know whether to laugh or cry. Sanjaya got voted off American Idol and 32 families have a never ending hole in their hearts...
a five-part series from Lisa's new book:
The common denominator in all your failed relationships is YOU! Most of our beefs with the universe stem from the fact that everybody forgot to read the memo on the world, according to me.
I think God is a large black woman, and She sent Oprah down to spread the love. The last guy She sent wasn’t too media savvy, so this time. . .
The shrink test said he was motivated, creative and flexible. Surely this thing wasn’t talking about my husband. After 23 years of selling his soul to corporate America, my formerly big-bucks-earning man. . .
Work-life balance is a crock. If your job is sucking you dry, leaving you with no semblance of a real life, better balance isn’t going to . . .
I’m an expert in mommy guilt, corporate disillusionment, martial misery, slacker parenting, faux housework, flat-line libidos and drive-thru spirituality. People ask me how I can write about fast food, fake boobs, reality TV and still consider it a spiritual experience. . .
Which is more comforting: your favorite food or a big soft couch?
I prefer them both at the same time.
There’s something marvelously self-indulgent about . . .
Psssst, I’ve got a secret. And only 40 million other people know about it. It’s a book, it’s a movie, it’s on . . .
What are the tapes you play in your head? I’m sure there are a few blissfully contented people out there wandering around with the soundtrack from “The Sound of Music” playing cheerily in their heads. But for most of us woulda-coulda-shoulda ‘ers . . .
If your childhood played out like a scene from “Mommy Dearest,” you know that poor parenting often casts a pallor over your entire life. While you might not have . . .
A woman may tear up over a sappy Hallmark, but the thought of choosing one makes most men want to weep. Are men afraid of . . .
If you've ever been held captive in Cubicle City, you know that sometimes doughnuts are the only way to stay sane. And if you work . . .
It's the tackiest thing to hit the singles scene since toupees. Based on the premise that rich men want great-looking women, and gorgeous women prefer . . .
I’m even worse at this job than I was the first time I did it. It’s amazing how much there is to do, and how ungrateful people are when . . .
People often say that men are pigs, but experts in the art of man-training say they’re more like dogs, and behavior modification techniques that work on Fido will . . .
Ding-dong, the witch is dead. Let the joyous news be spread. No it’s not Munchkins celebrating the death of a wicked woman with green skin and a pointy hat. It’s the hanging death of Saddam . . .
What do Jesus and a University of Chicago economist have in common? They both believe in the freeing power of . . .
Do flat abs and sparkly teeth make you a role model? We judge bikini-clad beauty contestants on their moral values and Donald Trump, a man who . . .
I’ve lost my libido and I’m not quite sure where I left it. I had it during high school. I didn’t always know what to do with it, but I sure as heck knew . . .
A Three Part Guide to Surviving the Holidays Without Getting Fat, Going Broke or Having Your Wife Throw Egg Nog in Your Face . . .
A chubby guy sops up his bloody nose with a red lace thong. A young groom tries to hide the . . .
Tis the season of sin. Other families engage in meaningful religious
rituals, my family is whooping it up at the church of the holy drumstick . . .
Is it better to give than to receive? Or in the dog-eat-dog world of business, do you have to look out for No 1? . . .
