I’m a big fan of Dr. Clarissa Pinkola Estes. My first introduction to her work was in my Psychology and Gender class a few years ago. Dr. Claudia Kittock, my then professor extraordinaire—now fabulous friend—had us evaluate excerpts from Dr. Estes’ book, Women Who Run With the Wolves. Being a literal thinker, I struggled with some of the symbolism. However,… Read More
Tanks for the memories
I was running behind on everything. Sure, I had made a schedule earlier in the morning, but nothing was flowing the way I imagined. The intended check marks next to accomplished items were missing and probably doing something a lot more fun. The sun was shining and I was feeling very, very, Minnesota pasty. (Warning: Minnesota pasty is a condition… Read More
Eye Candy
My husband has an active imagination, and I wouldn’t want it any other way. I remember, back when I was still a dental assistant, a cute-as-a-bug elderly gentleman who came in regularly for dental work. He would stare into the face of the other dental assistant and tell her she had the most beautiful eyes he had ever seen. She’d… Read More
What the Shell?
What the shell? Don’t you love it when you are mindlessly following a routine and some sort of surprise awaits? Me too. I was headed into the backyard to pull more of the weeds that seem to thrive on my abuse when I almost stepped on a turtle. I’m not sure of the official variety, but we always refer to… Read More
A clothes call…
It was to be a quick dash into the grocery store. I needed milk, fruit, and the usual run-out-of-too-soon items. I wasn’t overly concerned with my appearance because I was in “doing” mode, but I wasn’t exactly scruffy either. I had on black yoga pants, a black knit shirt, green and maroon Teva sandals, and a grey hoodie. My hair… Read More
Tick talk, it’s creepy time…
Ug. Have you ever felt dozens and dozens and dozens of wood ticks crawling all over your body? It is enough to give a permanent case of heebie jeebies to a zombie. So, you want all the details you say? Okay. My daughter and I were off on our annual “Chick Weekend.” We’ve been spending one weekend a year together… Read More
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