Do you remember the first time a fresh-faced high school kid at the grocery store asked if you wanted paper or plastic, Ma’am? I do, and I was a little shocked. Ma’am? Me? That’s my mom or my grandma! Well, menopause is a bit like that too. In some ways it sneaks up on you and the world seems to… Read More
Never Tug That Tuft Of Hair
Booker trotted along side of me as we jumped mud puddles and dodged friendly neighbors driving cars too fast down the gravel road. They always wave as if saying “Hi,” but I’m never quite sure. Maybe it’s more of a “Get you next time!” gesture as they zoom around the corner. As I observed Ma Nature’s handiwork…a new and… Read More
Menopause: A Portal not a Punishment
Ah, menopause. With 38 million baby-boomer women now in midlife or beyond, the subject of menopause is no longer one kept to hushed conversations over a second pitcher of margaritas and a platter of nachos. Unlike our mothers or grandmothers, Boomer women and those following in our paths want to talk about what we’re experiencing. Maybe we seek opportunities to… Read More
Mother of the Bride, Lesson Two
I ate a light brunch in anticipation of the afternoon’s offerings. My daughter and her fiancé were in town to do a “tasting†at the caterers for their upcoming wedding. Back in my day—not quite horse and carriage, but not uber $$$, glitz and glamor either—I don’t recall ever hearing about food tastings for weddings. My parents hired the local… Read More
Sweet Little Nothings
I juggled my purse, my laptop, and a disposable pan filled with my secret-recipe chocolate chip cookies all while praying I wouldn’t do a face-plant as I entered the car dealership. Ryan, my knowledgeable Audi service guy, greeted me with a wave and a smile. As I slid the pan over the counter he tilted his head. “You didn’t have… Read More
A Morel Dilemma
The lawnmower wheels barely missed the fungi shaped like small, deformed penises. I hit the brakes and stared down at the four growths, wanting to believe they were the hallowed and much-coveted morel mushrooms. But trust is a big issue when it comes to mushrooms. My mind raced. Why are they here this year when, in the 13 years we’ve… Read More
Menopause, Transitions, And Identity
Melissa McCarthy had me wincing and laughing at my own likeness through her character, Molly, on the sitcom Mike and Molly. I seldom watch the show, but it is rerun season and my cat, Giese, needed some lap time. Molly has apparently left her teaching job to be a writer. She secured her husband’s support and threw herself into the… Read More
I Went To Visit My Father Today
In honor of Memorial Day, it seemed fitting to share a sunny afternoon, a long overdue conversation, and a bouquet of red carnations with the man who shaped so many of my beliefs and characteristics. My dad, a man of: Strict faith, sly humor, compact build, and more than his fair share of quirks. Most of those idiosyncrasies were endearing… Read More
Hiss And Her View
Booker, our Siberian Husky, perked up his ears and began trotting over to a quiet section of woods in Wild River State Park. Assuming an innocent, but targeted, squirrel was about to either have a heart attack or set a new land-speed record, we attempted to bring Booker back in on his retractable leash. In response, Booker took the stance…. Read More
A Grave Birthday
My sister inhaled sharply, gave a little cough, and lit the cigarette dangling from her lips. She’s not a smoker, but Mom is. Or, more precisely, was. My sister put the cigarette on Mom’s grave like a little solemn column, and we stood back in contemplation. It was Mom’s 80th birthday celebration. We were doing our best to honor a… Read More
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