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…

Own it

Let’s hear it for girls with junk in the trunk. Girls who rock what they got, celebrating the curves, the strength, they bring. If you’ve been hiding under a rock, you might have missed UCLA gymnast Katelyn Ohashi’s “perfect 10” performance last week. She is thriving in college gymnastics, after dropping out of elite gymnastics….

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…

Hand me a carrot. And by that I mean a carrot cupcake.

I just ate a small coconut ice cream cone. And now my stomach hurts. Which makes me think of a friend. That didn’t quite come out right, did it? Let’s try again. My friend is a nutritionist. She has, for as long as I’ve known her (many decades) eaten like a rabbit. A vegetarian, she…

“Hey Mom, you forgot something”

My mother, God love her, departed this world in 2011 leaving behind six daughters, a dozen grandchildren and a few great grandchildren—all a loving testament to who she was. I have no quarrel with these leave-behinds. In fact, I call them family. But, recently, as I gazed at a photo of two friends and I…

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,…

You’re so vain

I want to make one thing perfectly clear, people. I am one of you. Only of a certain select subset. I am one of the Beautiful People. I know this with certainty because I was voted into this exclusive subset months ago. What? You’ve not been? Aw. Shame. Of course I jest, people. Not about…

Let it go

Do not turn on your heel and run. I PROMISE you this post has nothing to do with the “Frozen” song. I would not do that to you, peeps. Especially after too many of us having to sit through umpteen versions of this song in school talent shows. Is it really wise to allow eight…

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…

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….

Can I begin at the end?

I was trying very hard not to curse anywhere but in my head. Which was probably a good thing because I don’t think they take well to loudly screamed f*&$*s at my local exercise facility. And quite frankly, given that I am doing pushups on a board, I’m not sure I have the lung capacity…