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
They’re So Cute When They’re Sleeping
Last night, in a near state of exhaustion, I decided to stay up just long enough to hear the weather forecast. It’s almost a law to do so in Minnesota. 🙂 As I reclined on the couch, I kept hearing a tapping sound, but couldn’t place it. Giese, our younger cat, goes through stages of playing with certain toys. For… Read More
Water You Saying to Yourself?
“Ack! Where did that wrinkle come from? I’m starting to look like a Shar-Pei.†Or, “I feel like a blimp today! Just write Good Year across my huge butt and send me to the nearest football field. Blahhhhh.†And so the negative self-speak goes. And goes. And goes.  No matter how much I champion the beauty of women, other women,… Read More
Hair, Hair!
Minus 25 wind chills and our dog, Booker, wanted to go for his usual morning walk. I began the layering process to accomplish this feat: Bra, panties, silk long johns, thick socks, yoga pants, long sleeve T-shirt, wool sweater, down vest, down coat, snow pants, winter boots, neck gator, fat gloves, wool headband. What had I forgotten? Oh yeah, the… Read More
A Faded Pink Ribbon
Thrum, bump, bump. Thrum, bump, bump. My finger tapped along to an oldie tune playing on the radio as the patchy asphalt on I-35N kept my tires in rhythmic beat. It was a beautiful midweek summer day—the kind one thinks of while scraping an inch of ice off the windshield in January—blue sky, puffy grey smudged clouds, and a temperature… Read More
Note to Men: A Valentine’s Secret to Get Your Honey Happy
In and out, in and out, in and out. Sweaty bodies pulsated to music with one goal in mind–finish the work out. I was on one of the leg machines at Snap Fitness watching my cellulite ripple with each push. It was disturbing.  The folks around me, lost in conversation, television reruns, or ear bud tunes, had their own demons… Read More
Alluring Wine, Bold Headache
The scene: An introvert (me) walks into a room full of people celebrating. Some of the attendees are acquaintances, some are friends, but many are strangers. My husband, aka, Mr. Social Butterfly, is happy in this setting and makes the rounds with confidence and endless witty banter. I, on the other hand, look for one friendly face, or at least… Read More
An Affair, Murder, and Buttered Popcorn
Wahoo! Date night! And what says date night better than watching a couple of lovers (one wife + one hired hand) bump off a husband? In black and white and maybe fifty shades of grey no less.  I know, right? My husband, who, whom?, I do not want to bump off, suggested we go to the Heights Theater (http://www.heightstheater.com) to… Read More
Sticking A Finger Down The Throat Of Your Life
Yep. I’m talking purging. Not the “I ate too much chocolate—again! —kind of purging, or the toilet hugging after-effects of drinking that third Pomegranate Cosmo on girl’s night out kind of purging. The purging to which I refer is about letting go of what holds us back. My friend and integrative healing therapy coach, Jeanne Daniels, (www.jeannedaniels.com), told me I… Read More
Damnit Doll
While not one given to the art of swearing, I keep a “Dammit Doll†near my computer. Why? Because my mom made it. Period. The doll is comically ugly, and yet I know she thought it was darling. From the hand-stitched mouth to the googly-eyes and yarn hair, it is classic Mom kitsch. The cardboard note pinned to the doll… Read More
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