Just saying the word “stiletto” brings to mind all things wanton and sexy. It sort of hisses off the tongue and ends with the “ooooo” of a kissing pucker. Even a good girl can teeter on the brink of naughty when she puts on a pair of stiletto shoes or boots. Think of it as attitude by the foot. Yesterday… Read More
Magnets and motivation…
In my office postive statements hang, dangle, and shine from many places. Although some folks may roll their eyes at such classic “warm fuzzy” prompts, I take comfort from the reminders daily. Why not marinate in good thoughts? Here is one of my favorites by Jodi Hills—“She wasn’t where she had been. She wasn’t where she was going, but she… Read More
Heart to say…
The woman, crying, approached my car with a sense of urgency. I was grid-locked in the midst of mass exodus as students fled from an evening’s worth of classes. The college parking lot was emptying slowly, so I thought the distressed woman may have been having car troubles. As I rolled down my window the woman began a quick monologue… Read More
Fuzzy socks…
There has been a curious re-distribution of articles around the house since Pudgy arrived. I’m still missing a red-lacy garment but haven’t ruled my husband out on that one. Watching Pudgy’s curiosity overcome her better judgment is both amusing and terrifying. One day she was doing somersaults between the spindles on the stairway. “You’re going to fall if you keep… Read More
My father’s foot note…
Using his left hand he gently pried his right—frozen in a semi-claw shape due to the stroke– from the handle of the walker. I tried not to cringe. My dad had always been an iron man, the embodiment of strength and virility, and to see him this way hurt me as much as I knew it hurt him to be… Read More
Child’s play…
“In the photograph I’m shown wearing a diaper and that’s about it. My older sister is topless as well. I’m about two years old and holding a lit Fourth of July sparkler. I vaguely remember burning my hand and having my grandmother stick it in her gin and tonic to cool it down.” – college classmate The other night in… Read More
Sharing the good stuff…
The woman was can’t-take-my-eyes-off-her gorgeous. Dressed impeccably in a suit, long pearls, and a beret-style hat, she owned the television studio. Her hair—which she self-styles I learned—was neatly and fashionably braided. Who was she, and how could I copy her confidence? The camera man panned her up and down as the narrator promised more details after the commercial. To my… Read More
Living Large…
The gray Tee-shirt fabric slipped over my head and started complaining as it met my breasts. Undeterred, I continued pulling the shirt downwards until I wiggled completely in. Looking in the mirror I decided my new “Minnesota Gopher” shirt would do for the basketball game we were about to see. Nonetheless, I was frustrated that the shirt’s tag, in what… Read More
Facing time…
My daughter and Amanda both sent me the following blog/article by Berry Liberman. My daughter wanted to know how I felt about it since it concerns aging. Here it is: Vanity is a funny thing. It’s based on comparison and as we all should know by now, comparison is the death of happiness. I met a beautiful girl the other… Read More
Getting down in the winter months…
The smell of country air and sweet laundry soap wafted up from Grandma’s flannel sheets. I loved it. Nothing said wintery comfort like burrowing under the covers on a cold winter morning and feeling the soft flannel warmth. The quilts Grandma used on her beds when I was growing up tended to be sewn from fabric scraps. Some of her… Read More
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