The Oldest Trick in the Book

plus, when in doubt, (probably) throw it out

If ❤s were money, this would be my gilded age. Thank you, dear readers, for taking the time to hit that little heart icon above.

One of my walking partners, L, whose side-gig is accidental muse, wondered idly the other day as we huffed our way up a hill in Central Park, whether the sunburns her kids got on a recent trip were the result of expired sunscre…