The art fair wound down and customers drifted towards the generous tasting counter at North Folk Winery. It was, after all, “cocktail-thirty,†as my friend Janice says. Nearby, music wafted from a tent shading a potpourri of musicians and hip-shaking guests. It had been a sunny day, a good day, but it was time to put away our scarves, photography,… Read More
R.E.S.P.E.C.T: Midlife View On How Young Women Should Expect To Be Treated
“I’m calling you a slut, slut, because you are one.†The young man hissed his judgment at a female companion as they walked through a local Target parking lot. There were six teenagers in the pack, I’m guessing one or two years shy of having their driver’s licenses.  They were being boisterous, as if wanting attention and yet defying anyone… Read More
The good news:90% of you don’t have Restless Leg Syndrome. The bad news:10% of us @#$%^* do!
Irish Spring soap for Restless Leg Syndrome? Whaaaa? My friend and wise woman, Valerie Lis, sent me that tip and I had to laugh. But, I also had to try it. It’s quirky! I like quirky! My RLS is reasonably managed by taking Padma, a Tibetan herbal supplement, but how could I pass up putting Irish Spring soap at the… Read More
Give Peas a Chance…Buddha Bowls and Trying New Foods In Midlife
“We’re having Buddha Bowls for supper,†said my normally understandable daughter. “Sound’s crunchy,†I thought. “I wonder if the bowls will be a tasty porcelain or a more filling Zen-like ceramic?†Oblivious to my snarky musings, she disappeared into the kitchen humming a riff of Blondie’s Call Me. Within minutes a sweet, spicy, aroma had me salivating, and Call Me was… Read More
4.5 Things I Learned at the Women’s Recipe For Success Gathering
Reassuring Reminders That We Are Enough As the panel of business-owning women discussed their paths to success, four (and ½) themes emerged. I thought I’d share them with you here.  0.5 of a Lesson My first thought was that I was disturbingly underdressed. There were 119 women in the room besides me. It seemed they had all gotten the memo about… Read More
I Cried Today
Maybe You Really Can’t Go Home Thistles raked my skin, and I realized how foolish I was to wear shorts and flip-flops in a pasture gone wild. Too late now! I pushed forward through grass that looked down on my head, and had me praying I wouldn’t surprise a bear taking a late summer nap. My quest was to find… Read More
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