I’m not sure how to start this. It’s about grandchildren and being a grandparent. I want to say how much we love them, but if you have grandkids you know about that. If you don’t have grandkids you don’t have any idea and probably don’t care. I used to watch older folk pull out pictures …
While doing research for a piece on body image I ran across this brief video. Two entrances, one headed “Beautiful” and the other headed “Average”. Women had to choose one or the other to get into a building. I was rapt as I watched it the first time, the second time and the third. …
One might not think that Julia Child was Midlife Badass Woman, but she was. As I was growing up she stood bigger than life on the PBS screen. She taught cooking dishes I didn’t understand and thought I would never eat. She seemed eccentric and ethereal both at the same time. Her 6’2″ frame filled …
The first days after Christmas are the last days of the year. If there is a natural let down there is also a welcomed quiet. The wrapping paper is sorted, folded, or tossed. The house is made right. Dinners are simple leftovers. Thank goodness the cookies are almost gone. New Year’s resolutions knock in our …
I’m going to get right to it. This week is about experiencing joy and sharing it. Or, in case you just aren’t feeling it, sharing the joy and then experiencing it. Don’t Grimch out. Don’t waste a moment saying to yourself that you don’t have time, because this is the reason we celebrate. I’ll say …
This is the third week of Advent and that means a week of rejoicing. Long. Hard. Sigh. This Advent has been too? Too? Too everything hard. Rejoicing seemed to be off the table. This Christmas season our primary home decoration has been an IV gravity infusion stand with all the attendant medication, syringes and alcohol …
I’ve been having trouble writing the last couple of weeks. A friend shot themselves and it shook my world. It was sudden. We missed the signs. I want to say that it was because they were selfishly hiding the signs but they was probably trying to act their way out of a depression. …
This was the year that almost did me in. 2017 was characterized by challenges, failure, and misery. My husband and I, individually and together, have felt like Sisyphus — waging successful assaults on the problems of the month only to discover a new challenge that pushes us back down the hill, just to start over …
This is the week when I turn into the Grinch. It’s the week of the final countdown toward Christmas Mornng. Work feels like an imposition on my true job which has become preparing for Christmas. There isn’t enough tape in the world to finish the wrapping. Last minute Christmas card envelopes stare up at me …
What did you do last week? Unless it was take a walk in space and break a world’s record while you were at it, Peggy Whitson has you beat. Remember the book and movie “The Right Stuff” about the early astronauts?Remember how tough and strong and MALE they were? Square-jawed, alfa men. As a girl, …
