Traffic zoomed by us, distracted and weary. It was late afternoon; the sun played peek-a-boo with a few low hanging clouds, and the wind was downright rude in its behavior. My studley husband had our dog, Booker, on leash as I walked alongside trying not to get tangled in the twenty-six feet of retractable line. Booker likes to weave, and… Read More
If You’re Riding High, Why Not Pull Someone Up With You?
Yeah. Why not? I remember my undergrad anthropology class professor, Dr. Nancy Black, saying there are two kinds of women. She said it much better than this, but in a nutshell… –The first kind of woman feels she had to struggle every step of the way to become successful, so dang it, every other woman needs to do that too. This… Read More
Catalog Envy
Okay. It’s not the catalog itself I envy it’s the story being told inside the front and back covers. I can think of two catalogs that I admire far beyond the merchandise carried, and I like the merchandise. A lot. Which two? Duluth Trading Company and Toms. Duluth Trading Company often uses real women who do real “hands on work  Read More
Aging? I shoed them!
Sometimes, now that I’m in midlife, I feel as though it takes a lot more effort to get my playful mojo going. It’s as though words like “matronly†and “sturdy†have run amok with my self-esteem. Nothing looks good on me, my hair is misbehaving—but not in a good way—and even my eyebrow sprouted a grey hair. Not both eyebrows…. Read More
Ambush Smiles
Do you ever come across something while you’re supposed to be doing something productive, and get lost in a memory? For instance, let’s say somebody whose name rhymes with “Sail†is cleaning a closet. (I know, I know. My closets hold their clutter like a pregnancy in its twelfth month. Just go with me here and stop rolling your eyes.)… Read More
Betting On Myself Instead Of The Lottery
Confession: I’ve never bought a lottery ticket.  Not even when the advertised amount is tantamount to a fantasy a la mode with another fantasy, I have refrained. It’s not that I think purchasing a chance at a dream is silly, foolish, or pure wishful thinking. I don’t even blink when the media ruefully tell us the odds are ridiculous, and… Read More
When a Husband Means Well, But…
So. I was having one of those days where I felt emotionally wonky. One moment I was feeling saucy, and the next I felt like crying. There didn’t seem to be a connection or catalyst to my swings, so I applied my “one term fits all” solution…hormones. It had to be my hormones misbehaving. Again! When my husband came… Read More
Do or Dye
The pristine white of the silk scarf ached for color, and my Grumbacher Goldenedge 4626 paintbrush was ready to remedy the situation. Oh yeah. Creativity was my minion on this day. I envisioned a controlled pattern of yellows, greens, and oranges while dipping my brush into puddle after puddle of dye. I began to hum a little. My scarf was… Read More
Aging? Seven Steps Worth Taking From Dr. Christiane Northrup
Glorious, or snore-ious? Sometimes PBS programing dazzles, and sometimes it seems like a lecture that never ends. And don’t even get me started on those pledge drives! Last night, however, I was excited to see that Dr. Christiane Northrup was promoting her newest book, “Glorious Women Never Age†during, yes,  a pledge drive.  As much as I dislike the constant… Read More
A Tale of Two Citties, er, Kitties
The dilemma every cat owner faces: touch the cat’s belly or not? Now go crazy and see yourself looking at the warm, rounded, bellies of not one, but TWO cats. That was my morning. What to do? Moments earlier I woke to the usual infestation, aka, Pudgy and Giese wanting breakfast. They jumped on the bed, walked across my face,… Read More
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