Every morning before I schlup out of bed, I take a few minutes to visualize the day I want to have, and to send good energy to those I love. I know it’s woo-woo, but it matters to me. Over time, our 18 year old cat, Shadow, has insisted on joining me. She makes sure she arrives in bed as… Read More
ZZZZ hope for sleep
Why is it that some people, and animals, can sleep anywhere, at any time, under any conditions? Why is it others cannot? I remember as a child spending a lot of time at my grandmother’s house. She only lived a short walk–or run, if it was a scary black night–down the road from my parent’s house, and I spent many nights… Read More
Comparisons
My husband came home from volunteering and plunked into a chair in my office. “Hey Babe!” I flashed him a welcome home smile . He sat staring at me until I couldn’t take it any more and asked, “What?” “Do you know how much I love your smile?” he replied. “Um, sure, sorta…” “Do you know why I love it… Read More
Being Enough
“But still she stood, ready to get back at it. Badass and admirable.” ― Cristin Harber, Delta: Redemption My mom was a unique woman. She seemed to defy the norms of our rural community by living on her terms. No June Cleaver aprons and pearls, no coffee-laced gossip sessions with the local ladies. For my mom, barn boots and hard… Read More
Flowers! I love them. I crave them. I revel in their obvious and hidden colors. But! Minnesota is tolerating, at best, the winter from hell. That would be frozen hell, and not the more popular hot hell my grandmother threatened I’d visit during some of my less than angelic days. (They were few in number, I promise.) As an indulgence, nay, as… Read More
Friendships and menopause
I’m the kind of person who has always preferred a few close friends as opposed to many friends at varying levels of closeness. For those of you who recognize the trend…yes, I’m a complete, unapologetic, introvert. As long as I’m confessing my tendencies– I have also made more guy friends along the way than women friends, but it wasn’t like I… Read More
The Best Part of my Day…
The capicity of the human spirit to fly at the tiniest reward is amazing. In a short period of time Booker, our 4 month old Husky puppy, managed an allergic reaction to one of his vaccinations (which entailed panic on our part, and Benadryl for him ), discovered a way to escape from his fenced area to better greet us (which… Read More
Imperfection
The other day I was reading about the perfection of imperfection. The idea made me feel not only good, but a bit excited. American culture focuses on youth, and even then airbrushes and starves young women to conform to an ideal. This morning the media is abuzz about a padded bikini top available to girls as young as age 7…. Read More
The Best Part of My Day…
I had just let our 4-month old husky puppy, Booker, into the house when the phone rang. It was a call I had been waiting for, so my husband said he’d watch the over-excited puppy while I talked. Thinking all would be well if he kept Booker in sight, he under-estimated the curiosity of puppies. I walked into the room… Read More
Other understanding
I was talking with a new friend who is about to make a return trip to Tibet. Our conversation steered towards menopausal symtoms, and I mused about how women from other cultures and countries handle the transition. Do they keep silent? Do they celebrate? Do they change? My friend said she would love to ask, but wasn’t sure she would… Read More
