Speak volumes

Our first meeting seemed anything but fortuitous. There I was, a newly minted 24-year-old, proudly sitting in my cubicle on the executive floor of a Big Brand. I was as close to Mahogany Row (what long-time employees called our row of C-suite offices) as you could get without being a corporate attorney or a secretary….

Women, alone

When you become a woman who is alone, you notice other women who are alone. I became such a woman when I got divorced. But each woman alone has her own story, of course. Some women, like one of my sisters, just never marry. For some, it’s a conscious choice. For others, luck or fate…

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….

Label makers

I see my elderly neighbor—a Texan and military veteran—while we walk our dogs. “I saw your youngest the other day. You’re raising some fine, strong young men,” he commented, smiling. “Why thank you, Ed,” I said sweetly. Good mama. I’m a good mama. The YouTube hits keep coming, as does the media coverage, of a…

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…

Longing and a hard truth

It is because I lust for it so that it eludes me. Or so I surmise. And I do mean lust. I can feel the desire for it physically. It only makes the object of my lust more embarrassing. After all, financial security is not sexy. No. It is not supposed to be lusted after….

A woman’s place

I know more than you give me credit for. I know that if I bat my eyes and smile prettily when I state my opinion, you will accept it without balking. I know that despite the fact that I am a breadwinner just like you—you want me to act subserviently as your wife does. The…

Two princesses walked into a . . .

. . . backyard.  You were so certain I was going to say, “bar,” weren’t you? Nah. These were princesses in training—ages not even in the double digits yet. We’ll call them Candace and Sarah. So, as I was saying—two princesses walked into a backyard. Mine, to be exact. Both in their floral dresses, twirling…

A love like that

Fighting my tired eyes, I promised myself I’d read one more chapter of the book I’m trying to finish before going to bed a few nights ago. And then I came upon this passage: “In October 1969, I met Regina Ann Walsh, Genie, object of thirty-seven years of passion and devotion . . . hippie…

The secret is mine to tell

When I am a grandmother, I shall wear my voluminous blue shawl around the house in a nod to my Gran status. But, I will combine it with chunky jewelry, French perfume and red lipstick in a nod to my ever-young soul. My granddaughter (I feel in my bones I will have one) will see…

One of THOSE people

My friend Matt, from the vantage point of his long-term relationship and semi-retired life, often decides to “fix” my life. I find this particularly amusing and endearing because he is a big bear of a man, at about 6’4”. His MO is about as far from “Dear Abby” as you can get. And yet. I…