It was another brutal 102 degree day. My husband and I had decided to accomplish a list of errands in the metro area, and set off hoping my car tires wouldn’t melt before we arrived at the various destinations. I think I’ve mentioned a few times that my husband is one of those rare gentlemen that still opens doors for… Read More
Scent and received…
It was one of those steamy days in Minnesota that fogs your sunglasses when you go outside. While walking Booker this morning, I listened to the almost soggy crunch of gravel under my flip flops. The humidity was not giving pardons on this day to man, beast, or rocks. (Nonetheless, I know I prefer that sound to the crisp crunch… Read More
Raising my awareness…
I have no idea why this memory hit me, but it came in a gentle rush of warmth as I was winding down to sleep. It involves my grandmother and a ritual we had as I was growing up. My grandfather died three months after I was born. He had been suffering through brain cancer for a long time and… Read More
Birds of a feather…
You may have heard there is a serious controversy brewing. Steven Tyler, of Aerosmith fame, started wearing feathers in his hair and a trend was born. Soon hair salons were offering a variety of feathers—slender and muted, to poofy and colorful—as extensions. My stylist mentioned them to me three months ago, but we both agreed they were a bit too… Read More
Stomaching the issue…
I was thinking about undergarments the other day. I vividly remember the girdles my grandmother and mother used to wear when dressing for church or other outings that required a dress. In a designated drawer the serious shapers waited to perform their duty. Most were cream or nude in color, but all of them required shimmying determination to get up… Read More
The Creative Sort
I’ve been scrounging through photographs hoping to find one or two I feel are worthy of entering in the county fair. When I snap the shutter I feel like it’s a fine piece of art, but when I start really eyeballing the composition and content the word, “blah” comes to mind rather quickly. The problem with doing a photo search… Read More
Class Action
This past weekend found me staring at the skid marks of where 35 years have gone. Yep. High school class reunion time. Wahoo! Go class of “76! When the somewhat last minute notices came out there wasn’t enough time to panic about appearances, which was a relief. I decided this is what I look like at my age, and that… Read More
A growing friendship
My friend Kathleen has a pristine garden. I try not to drool when I visit, but it is just so dang pretty. Every vine behaves and drapes seductively, every flower vibrates with color and fragrance, and every weed …well there are no weeds. The thing that confounds me is that Kathleen is an extremely busy woman and yet manages to… Read More
A brief question
I’ve been trying to decide which is worse—an older woman feeling guilty for wearing thong underwear because she likes them and feels a bit naughty, or an older woman wearing full coverage “granny-pants” because she feels it is safe and age appropriate. Janet Evanovich’s latest Stephanie Plum novel finds Stephanie wearing granny-style underwear to ward off sexual desire. What does… Read More
Me time
As a certified, registered, introvert, I have never been the kind of woman who likes to group shop. I do like shopping with my daughter, and I kinda like shopping with my husband if he’s in a patient mood, but even in those circumstances we usually part ways and meet at a set time. There’s something almost meditative about wandering… Read More
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