In the battle against aging, some invaders are more easily warded off than others: Flabby arms? Double the pushups. Pooching belly? Lay off the brownies. But when those inevitable signs of time strike the face, devising counterattacks becomes a bigger challenge, often requiring the big guns.
I recently attended a post-story time coffee with several new moms. “You guys,” one of them leaned forward whispering, as if about to confess to switching her baby at birth or, worse, swiping another woman’s Orbit luxury stroller, “when we were on vacation, we used real laundry detergent.”