Dust off your crown

“Your crown has been bought and paid for. Put it on your head and wear it.” –Maya Angelou I don’t know whether I want to shake them or hug them. Lately, I’ve been bombarded on social media—Facebook, Twitter, YouTube—with images of women who look like they’re trying too hard to be supple and youthful. The…

Sophie’s Choice in the dermatology office

My dermatologist makes me laugh with the same question whenever I bemoan my weight and aging: “Ass or face? Make a choice, Kristine.” Allow me to explain. The sign above her desk shows two words: “ass” and “face.” When “face” has a smiley face below it, “ass” has a frowney face. And vice versa. Meaning–a…

I’ve been Goop’d

I have fought the good fight. But, despite my best intentions, I have been Goop’d. Baptized into the fold. For the uninitiated among you, Goop was begun by actress Gwyneth Paltrow. It is a lifestyle site, where Gwyneth and her team share their insights and finds on just about everything, from recipes to skincare to…

Not a beauty pageant

I’ve tried so hard. Tried so hard not to bring politics into my blog, my tweets, discussions at dinner parties. Usually, it’s not so difficult, really. I have no illusions about why people read my blog. It’s not for my political savvy. I’ve always, frankly, wondered at those who post their political views on Facebook,…

Vroom vroom

I am not supposed to admit this. It will only lead to disapproving stares, however thinly veiled, at my local grocery or on the school sporting fields. I enjoy an admiring male stare, the rev of an engine as it passes by, an appreciative sideways glance. In my conservative town, an admission such as this…

Flaws, center stage

If you’re going to fall in love with me, don’t fall in love with my Sunday best . . . Fall in love with my body, the way it widens quite a lot around my hips and how I will never have the perfect figure and how I honestly don’t really care. Fall in love…

Lessons I did not mean to learn

So much of what I have learned in life was unwitting. As a parent, this realization fills me with a strange combination of relief and chagrin. Because I can’t seem to stop talking. The teachable moments come fast and furious sometimes. I have so much hard-earned wisdom to impart about honesty, integrity, love (it’s a…

Into the fire

It was all about letting go of the unnecessary, the ugly and even the things that had served us well but were no longer of use. A group of six women, sitting next to a fire, gabbing away. To take in the scene at a glance, it seemed a normal weekday evening. But it wasn’t….

Hope on a balcony

I am moved by many things. Sunrise over mountains. A hummingbird in the woods. My children’s belly laughs. But nothing moves me quite as much as hope. In today’s cynical world, to hope is to be mocked on some fronts. Or to be disdained, dismissed as less sophisticated than your jaded peers. When I tear…

Get over yourself

I think life is trying to make me a humble warrior. It’s an earned title. A warrior denotes someone who is battle tested, who has shown strength not just once or twice, but over prolonged periods of hardship. Someone who rushes headlong into the fray when necessary, who prefers resolution of some sort to running…

I can’t wait to host my naked sketch party . . .

. . . said no woman ever. Except one. That I know of. I know this because of a short video featuring a delightful Ms. Allison Hatfield from Dallas. She attended said naked sketch party, hosted by a female friend. You really must watch. It’s 10 minutes—which I was sure my ADHD-prone self could not…

Jordache jeans, make me a woman. Please.

I did not have “the look.” But I knew I wanted it. The particular look in question was not explicitly spelled out in the early 1980s Jordache jeans commercial that started my frenzy of confusing “want” with “need.” Let’s just say it involved multiple women in some odd tube-top outfits carrying what looked like the…