The old house, grey and broken, hunched like a frail old spinster in its bramble, weeds, and grasses. The sky, a violent shade of black, had long ago given way to the full moon dusted by shadowy wisps of clouds. Each step I took towards the front door left me breathless. What awaited inside? Who awaited inside? I admit it…. Read More
The Moments After A Trip
Pudgy jumped into the suitcase as if defying me to leave without her again. She was fine, but copped an attitude. Had she actually missed us while we were in New Orleans? Maybe. My son had graciously agreed to care for her in our absence and I know he did a great job, but she still walked the walk of… Read More
People Who Let Their Light Shine
Skreeeeech…my bike tires complained, stuttered, and skidded to a stop barely inches from the woman in front of me. We, as in a tour group on bicycles, were in a busy neighborhood of New Orleans dodging cars like kids playing a game of tag.  In preparation for this year’s Super Bowl, New Orleans has decided to rip up its streets… Read More
The Road To Mindfulness
Booker pounces, stuffs his face into tufts of gold and brown grasses, and waggles his butt in the air. I wait in respect, for a mouse may have met its judgement day. It’s hard to tell because Booker quickly loses interest and moves on. Up ahead the chocolate Labrador named Bob waits to snarl and growl and bristle as we… Read More
Bullying
“Why are you so unattractive?†“A woman your age should not wear that!†“Whoa! I’ve seen fewer wrinkles on a shar pei!†“With thighs like yours who needs enemies?†All of those unkind bullying statements are ones I’ve heard over the years. The sad thing is they didn’t come from other people, they came from me. Sadder yet, they were… Read More
The Soft Side Of Pudgy
She bites. She hisses. She arches her back and poofs her tail. That is my Pudgy. I never take her naughty actions seriously, even when she’s sinking her mouse-scaring needle teeth into my hand. Somehow I know she’s just exploring her cat-nature and doesn’t’ mean to hurt me. Much. As proof I offer the fact that she rarely breaks the… Read More
Playing Tag
“Mom! You’re such a little rebel!†My son, a man now in his early thirties, showed surprise and delight at the story I had just shared. At issue was the newly minted mandate, er, strong invitation, that congregation members at our church wear name tags. Personally, I detest those paper badges. They leave sticky residue on whatever I’m wearing, often… Read More
Important Information About Estrogen
My husband has been seeing a nutritionist at Nutritional Weight and Wellness, and has had great results. He’s lost upwards of twenty pounds and has been able to go off of his blood pressure medications as well as his acid reflux meds. Todays e-newsletter contained an article I thought was too pertinent to not post here: Understanding Estrogen Dominance I’ve… Read More
Tenacity
With the promise of summer floating like dandelion fluff on a soft breeze, I get gardening fever around April each year. By the end of May I’ve usually planted our vegetable garden, our assorted pots and planters, and thrown in a few new species of perennials for fun. I water those plant babies, feed them, and hack back any threatening… Read More
Lessons That Stick
I love it when a newspaper article evokes emotions. In fact, I love it that we still have big, floppy, spill your tea on, let the cat walk over the very paragraph being read, newspapers to read, but that’s a tangent for another day. Somewhere in yesterday’s Star Tribune there was an article written by a guy and dedicated to… Read More
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