I feel like a crockpot tonight. Like I’m stewing in my juices and it’s only a matter of time before I cross over into something rich and nourishing, something I can finally understand and enjoy. I have spent most of my first fourty-two years searching for who I am, what makes me special, and what…
Apparently short hair is not sexy. Victoria’s Secret, who I guess are the protectors of sexy these days, aired an ad in which one of the models had chin length hair. She was obviously a beautiful woman, half dressed and by all other standards would be deemed sexy, but her hair was to her chin.…
I go to a day spa type of place for my…maintenance. Let’s call it that because Maggie is always telling me, “Keep it rated G, Mom. Let’s keep it G.” Anyway, a girl needs things done, so I go. The other day I noticed there’s a Menu of Services, so while I was waiting I…
It’s only money if you have it. The same holds true for hair. It seems easier to give when money abounds. If I’m not worried about paying for groceries or my electricity being shut off, I’m more willing to share, donate, or give money to someone in need. If, however, I hit a point where…
Restrooms are private, even in public. I was at Starbucks this morning and as I went to the bathroom, a woman was leaving. She held the door open and waited for me to enter. It was a full door hold. I was polite and said, “Thank you,” but it felt super strange. Why are you…
My mother used to say, “Okay, let’s not throw the baby out with the bathwater.” She raised a particularly dramatic child, so this little pearl of wisdom was heard a lot in our house. It’s an odd visual. I have always taken it to mean while you are getting rid of something you feel needs…
There should be a cap, or a release valve on feelings. Anger, happiness, angst, sadness, I want to experience them, I don’t want to be numb, but I think sometimes my feelings are on steroids. I’m going through some variation of the same things other people are going through, but it’s as if I’m experiencing…
It is not often that the words “death” and “vibrator” come together in the same conversation, let alone the same sentence. At least not in my life. I’m sure the two words taken individually could produce a plethora of entertaining dialogue, but together they make for an interesting nail appointment. I’m sitting in the cushy…
I was at the gym today. I know…so many riveting posts begin with “I was at the gym”, but I promise not to launch into how many squat thrusts I did because I’m not even sure what those are. I mention the gym only as an explanation for how I found myself noticing a woman…