I am not those other girls

I am not those other girls. You know. The ones that believe every story and think the sun rises and sets on your every word. The ones that don’t quite match you in gray matter. The ones that make your brow furrow and your eyes trail off into the distance as you realize they cannot…

Go ahead. Burn a dinner.

“Man, those days are long gone for me.” So said a friend as I finished telling her of a recent date. As she said it, her mouth tightened and she let out a sigh. “Sad, isn’t it?” Yes, honey. It is. Why is it that women give up the notion of romance at a certain…

The art of reduction

It occurred to me when I ordered up a tall blond. I rarely go to Starbucks, preferring my own coffee. But today, my power went out in the early morning. The Starbucks drive-through was my option. As I pulled up to the window after ordering, the woman taking my money laughed. “How tall would you…

Espresso, anyone?

I recently asked two male friends for an honest opinion. “Am I going to scare men–do I scare men away–because I am a strong woman? Am I really that different from the other women you know?” I asked from the heart. I truly wanted to know. Not that I feel I can greatly alter who…

Worth it

When did we decide that we were not worth it? When did we begin to tell ourselves the choices that bring us joy were too expensive/impractical/self-indulgent? I remember, as a young girl, asking for a $20 calendar for my birthday. My mother told me it would be “shameful” to spend $20 on a calendar, that something so…

Witness

Originally posted on A Holistic Journey:
I was chopping vegetables for dinner, silent tears running down my face. I had just gotten off the phone with my sister. It was cancer. She was terrified and feeling alone, despite the love I tried to pour through the phone. All I could do was listen and witness…

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…

Knock knock

My girls are coming to town. My posse, my peeps, my peripatetic pals. Sorry. When former English majors get psyched, we tend toward too much alliteration. A male friend recently asked me what my BFFs and I do all weekend, mentioning if this were men there’d be a lot of sports watching, beer drinking and…

Christmas accomplished

I have a beef with the whole holiday hoopla. A beef I might not normally share but since I have the luxury of a platform (this blog) and an entire large container of Costco peppermint bark next to me, why not? Grab a cuppa’ and join me. I blame TJ Maxx. (Ok, Marshalls and HomeGoods…

Wear and tear required

I was lying in the bathtub the other night, doing what I’m sure many women do in the bathtub. No—not that. Really? That’s where your mind goes? I was being critical of myself, something many women do—but especially women who have reached their forties and beyond. Bemoaning my abs and glutes not being what they…

Crazy dog lady

When some people get divorced, they celebrate. Others cry. Others do OK overall but occasionally have a fit of hysteria in which they fear they will turn into one of those old women who live alone with lots of pets. Or one of those women living in a box on the street. These women usually…

Finders keepers

We just couldn’t move. There we were, lying on my sofa and on the floor, spread eagle, aching from limb to limb. Had we just completed a long run? Nope. Pushed a car uphill through a snowstorm? Guess again. We had just cleaned my basement. Before you jump to conclusions, I’m no hoarder. My basement…