I was scheduled to meet my date at 2pm on a biting Tuesday afternoon. Naturally, the nerves were kicking in, as this was to be our first face-to-face. A few days prior, he’d requested some deeply personal information, which I know sounds suspect and a bit forward… but I took it to mean he was […]
THE MAN WHO REALLY LISTENED TO MY HEART Read More »
Once upon a time I was a social butterfly. Flitting here and there with friends, dancing until the disco played Donna Summer’s Last Dance and hosting gatherings where I made all the food in what was then my teeny tiny kitchen. Now it appears I have become a happy hermit. Dancing till dawn? Hahahaha. Gatherings? Ish.
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
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 »
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 »
Doctors tell you the darnedest things. When all we really want to hear is normal, negative, harmless, innocuous, benign and no biggie. Recently my endocrinologist laid a BIIG one on me and though it had nothing to do with my thyroid she felt it worth mentioning. If memory serves, I had just been making small
IT HIIT ME LIKE A TON OF BRICKS Read More »
A shiny surface attracts my attention. Now that I am face-to-face, eyeball-to-eyeball, mano a mano … do I like what I see? Is it a convincing look-alike reflected back? Does it bear a resemblance? Are we two peas in a pod? Or am I being duped? Stop mocking me. I have issues. I have meditated,
I am a “reluctant ager” – at least that’s what I have concocted as part of my so-called identity. My identity as a putting on mileage, advancing in years, flourishing and seasoned human. That’s me… and you! Having written, often, about my distaste for my older-ness I have come to the realization that I needed
I am a GREAT sleeper. I can sleep through all versions of booms, crashes and thunders. And I can sleep just about ANYWHERE. This is not an admittance in any way that I ‘sleep around’… mind out of the gutter people. It’s that I can do so anywhere. Your uncomfortable chair no one ever sits on? Let
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It’s National Breast Cancer Awareness Month! I’ve been aware of breasts ever since I eyeballed those beauties in my cousins’ Playboy magazines. Fascinating and mystifying to young me…. when are they arriving? Lively and full of pep when they eventually made their first appearance. Frolicsome and spirited upon full arrival. Gently sloping, wiggly, jiggly and
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