Women's Issues Midlife And Beyond
Saturday night, Dec. 12th. The auditorium lights are down and the concert underway. My husband and I, arriving late, crab-walk into the dark seeking our seats. Fortunately, the row is empty, so I don’t have to drag my ample butt past disgruntled and timelier guests. Unfortunately, the row is empty, which means a lot of people are missing out on… Read More
“C’mere,” said my husband. “I have something to show you, and I know it will make you happy.” Normally when he says that it is accompanied by waggling eyebrows and a lecherous grin. “Yeah, yeah. I’ve seen THAT before,” I say. “Naw, not that. Come out to the workshop…” It turns out, like Christmas presents; love comes in all shapes… Read More
Like furry gargoyles, our two cats, Giese and Pudgy, perch on the headboard of our bed and wait for their breakfast. If I sleep too long into the morning haze, they begin a choreographed plot of accidental pillow dives near my head. After the third or fourth “whoomp” of cat cannon-balling, I am forced to wake officially up. They… Read More
 Is it possible to have Easy-Bake Oven lust? Yes. Yes, it is. As a farm child, when the Sears Christmas catalog arrived in our mailbox, I was giddy with hope. The toys advertised, and advertised, and advertised during Saturday morning cartoons suddenly became possibilities on the pages of that slick and shiny book of endless desire. I was… Read More
As a Baby Boomer woman with her landing gear in place to skid and bump onto the tarmac of the considered old, I’m fascinated how loneliness and sexual satisfaction mingle at this stage of life. Rachel Maines’ book, Technology of Orgasm, (Maines, 1999) gave me not only a historical view of technology as a sexual device, but on the culturally approved… Read More
Grandma stopped mid-sip and put her coffee cup down. Her eyes followed the lines of the ceiling as if the answer hid among the shadows above. “Why don’t you look in the bedroom closet? The one by the mirror?†Ewww. The closet.  The scary closet.  I was young, maybe eight years old, pajama-clad, and spending the night with her as… Read More
