Women's Issues Midlife And Beyond
Eight little black eyes peered at me from the fireplace mantel. They were inanimate eyes, so why did I clearly see mirth and more than a hint of taunting? As you may recall, my sweet husband put up our Christmas tree* and other holiday decorations this year. I was simply too tired, or at least too unenthused, to drag the… Read More
It was a freak’n cold day. My husband had signed us up for the “55+” 4-Hour Defensive Driver Training class claiming it would be fun to do together. (Truthfully, he wanted to get the 10% discount on our insurance, but that man can spin a good story when necessary.) As soon as the alarm went off I checked our marriage… Read More
Five Seemed Too Stressful! “If you trade your authenticity for safety, you may experience the following: anxiety, depression, eating disorders, addiction, rage, blame, resentment, and inexplicable grief.†-Brene Brown Whyyyyyyyy???? You feel anxious, and the more you try to move past it the more you seem to feed the fear. Are you going crazy, or is anxiety just one more symptom of… Read More
If Marcia Brady were estrogen, and sister Jan progesterone, the infamous line would still apply…â€Estrogen, Estrogen, Estrogen!†Estrogen embodies femaleness, it dominates, it ebbs, and it gets more than its fair share of press. Say the word “estrogen†in mixed company and the following will likely occur– women nod and men get twitchy. Progesterone, on the other hand, is somewhat… Read More
 “Once upon a time, when women were birds, there was the simple understanding that to sing at dawn and to sing at dusk was to heal the world through joy. The birds still remember what we have forgotten, that the world is meant to be celebrated.†― Terry Tempest Williams, When Women Were Birds: Fifty-four Variations on Voice It was… Read More
…and then what happened? Amid a table of dirty dishes, crumpled gift wrap, and stop-and-go conversations, our three-year-old twin grandchildren began getting restless. It was past naptime, they were in a setting unfamiliar to them—Norman Quack’s restaurant in Forest Lake, MN—and half-eaten chocolate chip cookies left chocolate tracks on their hands and faces. Mmmm. Theo had just unwrapped The Cookie… Read More
