Women's Issues Midlife And Beyond
Hi Beloved Readers, It’s a super busy week for me so rather than not post a blog I went into the archives and decided to re-post one that contains: Sex. Sort of. Well not really. A nervous husband. A deep psychological study of why women like sex toys and sex shops.* When Our Naughty Bits Need Attention: The Anticipation Of… Read More
“When she smiles, the lines in her face become epic narratives that trace the stories of generations that no book can replace.” ― Curtis Tyrone Jones 99 and counting. Last week a friend’s mother celebrated 99 birthdays. When asked what kind of party she wanted she waved a hand dismissively and said she’s already thinking about the big bash for… Read More
“Not what we have but what we enjoy, constitutes our abundance.” ~ Epicurus Growing up in a rural Minnesota community meant the world was relatively small in geography, culture, and ideas. It was, however, vast in shared beliefs, a dawn-to-dusk work ethic, and life lessons. Witnessing the values of my elders helped shape my young malleable views on… Read More
“Some beautiful paths can’t be discovered without getting lost.” ― Erol Ozan My son held out the car keys. “Here you go, Mom. But before you leave I want to go over a few things with you.” He then handed me a two-page, typed, list of things I probably shouldn’t do/use/try with his ancient Dodge Neon. Things like not using the… Read More
Each time I drive back to the farm I grew up on I witness changes in the landscape. The rural area once energized by small family farms and grazing cattle has succumbed to the passage of time. Barns once proudly used and maintained now sag under broken gray spines. Brush and weeds reclaim the fields and pastures my great-grandparents worked… Read More
In Minnesota, about two seconds after a stellar public firework finale, a voice in the darkness will utter, “!@#$, summer is over.” That sound is quickly followed by beer cans, tossed in the general vicinity of an overflowing garbage can, hitting pavement. If lucky, the smells from the porta-potties waft elsewhere. It’s a dismal punctuation mark to the giddy period of… Read More
