I don’t know about you but when it comes to my mood, February and the early days of March, it’s in the pits. Holidays are done. The sky is eternally grey. Boredom and malaise set in. I can feel too blah to read and write, my two favourite things. So I’m going to be brief, …
Remember the little engine that could. Remember how it said “It think I can. I think I can.” until it could. Well, what if that theory, with some adjustment, worked on thinking yourself young? What if, instead of repeating “I think I can” we repeated, “I know I’m younger” over and over until we were. …
Marriage is an adventure. And by adventure, I mean sometimes you both are on a tropical beach sipping a fruit drink out of a coconut and sometimes you are being chased out of a jungle by cannibal pygmies with poisonous darts. By adventure, I mean that sometimes you both are on the cover of Explorer …
One of the great aspects of growing older is my intolerance for things I don’t like. With the countdown clock ticking, I just don’t have the time waste on things I don’t like or are indifferent to. My wardrobe has been the biggest recipient of this. Simply put, I won’t wear anything I’m indifferent to …
The current grey skies match my little grey cells for their gloom. I don’t want to be one of those little old ladies who needs her grandson to help with technology. Or who doesn’t know who today’s stars are. I don’t want to be irrelevant. But – 1.I can’t find my eyeglasses even though I’m …
Well, it is. The seasonal Ju-Ju doesn’t happen on New Years – that’s the time for dreaming and wishing. The seasonal Ju-Ju is February!!! The time from sunset on February 1 to sunset on February 2 a monumental current washes through our lives. Each of the many holidays, the ancient and the Holy acknowledge this seismic shift- …
I love to text- It’s an easy quick way to reach out. I love to email- no stamps, no waiting, just instant communication. Talking on the phone- talking everywhere, talking all the time. I keep in touch right away with anyone, anytime, from anywhere in the world. Recently I was texting back and forth to …
I wish that I had just an abdominal pooch but what I’ve had since menopause is a Saint Bernard. Muffin top, schmuffin top its a cake. It squishes and bounces. Despite weight loss and exercise routines, my bowl full of jelly belly might have gotten smaller but it never left. Then it happened, I started stumbling. …
Have you ever just needed to get away? To go take a walk to settle yourself down? Now imagine that walk turned into a thousand miles, by yourself along the Appalachian Trail. I met Brittney and her dog, Jack, on a very hot day in a laundromat near a Vermont egress to the trail. She …
