It's that time again: a group of us who love boomer blogging are doing our thing with content that anyone can enjoy--even if you're not a Baby Boomer. Adventures in the Colorado outback, that's what Laura Lee Carter and her husband are up to and she's talking about it to help feed your own . . .
"I'd kill for my kids," she told me once. "They've always been my priority." They have nothing to do with her, any longer, though, because she was never their mom: she was their Dad. Before the surgery. Now she lives a true life, as herself. Herself. Because nature played a vicious trick and . . .
As a woman of Sicilian descent and the corresponding womanly figure, I have noticed a disturbing trend in women's clothing. It's a lot smaller than it used to be. Not only that, but it's not as well made. Quality control issues abound: too tight (or too long) sleeves, narrow shoulders, blouses that . . .
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Do you remember any particular turning point in your life? Maybe a time when you ended a bad relationship? Or left a job that no longer fulfilled you? This has been the Year of the Turning Point for me in a bunch of different ways. I've always talked big about culling relationships that no longer . . .
If you're a friend of mine and especially a man, the next time I see you I would just love for you to do this. Just sayin'. I'll let you imagine me laughing. Laughing yet? Things have been way too serious these past months, so I thought it might be fun to take a laughter break. A little . . .
To my (few) friends who supported Trump: I wish you could have experienced beautiful, loving, supportive, positive, diverse, non-violent and joyful Women's March in San Jose, Calif. yesterday. What a stark contrast to the hate-filled rhetoric of those who support the man who now sits in the Oval! . . .
Don't forget to go dark today to send advertisers a blunt message. No inauguration coverage at all. Tune TVs to other channels. All day. This is no problem for me, I haven't watched news since October. Don't have the stomach for it. . . .
When they go to the inauguration, we GO DARK. That's right. Tomorrow from 10 am until 6pm, don't completely turn off your television, but do unplug from the inauguration. Here's how: If you have cable or satellite TV, it's still possible to keep track of who is watching what. If you're a Nielsen . . .
A great shampoo I'm not sure I like anything better than a great shampoo. I once had a stylist with long, strong fingers with which she massaged and scrubbed my scalp without stopping for nearly the entire shampoo. Strong fingers and not stopping after a few strokes, that's the key to a great . . .
A week after I watched his documentary, The Last Man on the Moon, and days after I saw the film, Hidden Figures, astronaut Gene Cernan died. I'm having a hard time expressing the nostalgia, sadness, longing--the hiraeth I wrote about a year ago here--that I feel when I think about the space program . . .
This is a post about Gary Puckett and the Union Gap, the group's 1968 song "Young Girl" and changing mores. I know, what a combination, right? MO-RES is a noun that is pronounced ˈmôrāz/ and means the characteristic customs and conventions of a community. Our practices and habits. And for those . . .
It's that time again--the new semester has started for me and it'll be the last in the Master's certificate program I'm doing in Integrated Imagery. Which is another way to say that I'm learning hypnotherapy as it's applied to past life regressions at Atlantic University in Virginia Beach. That's . . .
We need some pretty to counteract the ugliness in the world today, and I've got some for you today. Which is your favorite? . . .
I read a good novel the other day. Daughter of Ishmael, Promised Land, Broken Heart by Diane Stringam Tolley. Not only good. More than good, even! I'm a big fan of stories that transport me to another land, another era and deeply into a character different than me. Diane's new book is all those . . .
It's been about six weeks since I began detoxing on The Whole 30 program, which eliminates sugar, dairy and grains as options. I mean, they are gone, gone gone from my diet. And so has much of the joy of eating. Let's take coffee. I loved my two big cups of morning coffee, each with a slug of half . . .
Some time in the 80s, a friend's little girl thought Creedence Clearwater Revival sang "There's a bathroom on the right." The song was Bad Moon Rising and of course, the misheard lyric was "There's a bad moon on the rise." Don't you love those old songs with unintelligible lyrics? So we can make up . . .
Suppose we all had to wear a warning label. Mine would say: She tells the truth. Aloud. That's right. Truth told here. I just don't like the hedging, the little untruths, the massive lies. Do. Not. Like. Them. And here's another thing: If you tell the truth, you never have to remember your . . .
Father Sun, Grandmother Moon, to the Star Nations. Great Spirit, you who are known by a thousand names And you who are the unnamable One. Thank you for bringing us together And allowing us to sing the Song of Life. Like so many people who weren't given the gift of family in this . . .
There's good writing advice and there's bad writing advice. So let's talk about that. I know a lot of bloggers and some writers who quote writer Anne LaMott, who famously wrote: "You own everything that happened to you. Tell your stories. If people wanted you to write warmly about them, they . . .