I once flirted with the idea of minimalism. One bowl. One vase. One carefully curated doodad. I lasted approximately one day. Okay, fine, maybe ONE hour. Turns out, I can’t live like that. It’s like asking a painter to only use one color – and that’s no fun. My home screams “personality,” and by personality, […]
DECLUTTERING? NEVER HEARD OF HER Read More »
BAM!… without warning… a blistery HOT sensation made its way from the pit of my stomach, looped through my ribcage, and soared up through my chest. I was seeing RED. Like, BLAZING, fire engine RED. And as I recall, it was unrestrained, unmitigated and irrational. Did it stop there? Not a chance. With uncompromising effort, it shimmied
Have you ever felt personally betrayed by the nutrition label printed on food packaging? Well I have. And, oh boy, is it ever a complicated relationship… mostly because it lies to me. It’s both deceptive and wildly optimistic. Look at, I mean REALLY scrutinize the bits and pieces written on all those bags and boxes
FOOD LABELS ARE MY ARCH-NEMESIS Read More »
When Helen Reddy sang, “I Am Woman Hear Me Roar” back in 1972, I’m a little embarrassed to admit that it registered more like a catchy tune than the powerful anthem it was. Perhaps it was my teenage preoccupation with securing a Saturday night date, but the women’s movement was barely a blip on my
UNSUNG HEROES OF A FEMINIST AWAKENING Read More »
LET THEM. If this phrase does not ring a bell, then you have clearly been avoiding social media… which, frankly, makes you a much healthier and wiser person than I. I, on the other hand, try to disconnect, hiding my phone in my closet or intentionally leaving it downstairs – when I am upstairs –
WHEN ‘LET THEM’ MEETS MY KITCHEN COUNTER Read More »
I like to think of our bodies as blank canvases. Ever evolving into artistic masterpieces. What a lovely way to think. Right? Such kindness and compassion toward our bodies. C’mon, you must admit our outers and innards are indeed amazing, as in, “you are beautiful inside and out”. On the other hand, might this “ever-evolving
SPOTTED, DOTTED, POLKA-DOTTED Read More »
Dearest 2024: as you are drawing to a close it would be ungracious of me not to let you know how keenly aware I am of your desperate attempts to turn things around these past twelve months. The joy was so close, but there was a whole lot of drama-la. Now it’ll be in the
GLITTER MAY BE OUR ONLY OPTION Read More »
Lately I’ve been thinking about how best to maneuver through this next chapter of life with my dearest gal pals. I love my girlfriends. I love that we get to share our complex, insecure, conflicted thoughts with each other. I adore all the joy, the blessings of our interwoven histories, and the respect and deep
A SUPPORT SYSTEM THAT DOESN’T RELY ON CUP SIZE Read More »
I am sounding off. Now, I must preface this little rant by letting it be known that I thoroughly enjoy engaging in a back-and-forth tête-à-tête, a lively gabfest, or even a friendly discourse. My auditory range is quite all-embracing. MOSTLY. F’rinstance – music. I am all ears, feeling it resonate down to my bones. I
MY EARHOLES ARE EXHAUSTED Read More »
“Is my mom going to be okay when I leave for college?” This must be the refrain of all those lovely children leaving for college. I see the posts. And so do they. The chorus of mamas blubbering, agonizing, crying into the memory quilt lovingly made up of all the t-shirts accumulated over the years.
