Women's Issues Midlife And Beyond
“For darkness restores what light cannot repair.” –Joseph Brodsky “The voice clearly said, ‘Fake boobs,’ when I asked the spirit what he prefers,” said Connie Braton, a psychic medium at Psychics in the Cities. https://www.facebook.com/phychicsinthecities. Connie and I were having coffee and discussing the recent flurry of responses to my question about haunted locations along Old Hwy. 61, Minnesota. (By… Read More
“When someone tells you they are too ‘busy’… It’s not a reflection of their schedule; it’s a reflection of YOUR spot on their schedule.” ― Steve Maraboli It’s happened to me many times. How about to you? Plans fall through because a friend/family member/acquaintance is suddenly “too busy” to participate/visit/chat. Have you heard these statements or similar ones? “Oh I want… Read More
“If you are serious about changing your life, you’ll find a way. If you’re not, you’ll find an excuse.” –Jen Sincero My friend, Dee Kotaska, placed her finger on the book’s cover and slid You Are A Badass by Jen Sincero across the table and into my hands. “I have been energized by this book and wanted you to have… Read More
Carve your name on hearts, not tombstones. A legacy is etched into the minds of others and the stories they share about you.” ― Shannon L. Alder “What’s your favorite color?” Startled by a voice coming from somewhere behind me I turned around to see a woman smiling a genuine, yet concerned, smile. My usual shy,… Read More
“What would you be glad you did–even if you failed?” –Brene Brown Note from Gail…I wrote this as a guest blogger on http://www.agingbutdangerous.com about a year ago. Since my hunky hubby and I are taking some time away from technology this week, I thought a repost was in order! Stories To Tell You just knew she had stories to… Read More
“I am an artist you know … it is my right to be odd.” ― E.A. Bucchianeri, Brushstrokes of a Gadfly Twenty minutes. It was nearing the end of a two-day art fair and my husband was getting antsy to start packing up. That’s pretty much the worst part—tearing down when you’re exhausted/hungry/thirsty/exhausted. Twenty, feels-more-like-two-hours, minutes. I give my love the stink… Read More
