We run through our days – often on adrenaline. What are we doing to our bodies in the process?
Female friendships change over time…
Thank you, Women’s Voices for Change, for the shout-out to Emmy Award-winning actor Jane Lynch and her 2012 commencement speech at Smith College. It’s a funny and inspiring twenty minutes (see below), filled with humor and smarts from this multi-talented dynamo. I strongly recommend that you watch and listen, not only enjoying Ms. Lynch’s wit, […]
Support systems are vital when undertaking change.
I’m low on sleep. My back is aching. I’m worried about my kid, and the bills, and upcoming deadlines. Yet – I feel beautiful. Maybe it’s that surge of energy from the gentleman who took care of my tires last week, the unexpected pleasure of an act of kindness, accompanied by a subtle flirtation. Maybe […]
When you’re a challenged sleeper, even 30 more minutes of sleep can make the difference between an energized day and a long, difficult one. And when you love to dream, the idea that you could extend and linger in your cunningly conspiratorial unconscious is delicious, isn’t it? Yesterday I came across a Woman’s Day article […]
We were pressed for time. Again. While my son finished dressing and filling his backpack, I put a plate of fried eggs and toast on the table. Orange juice next to it. I paced a little. I hate running late. He swallowed down breakfast and gulped the juice, grabbed his things, asked for the car […]
I am the face of the aftermath of divorce, the aftermath of layoff, the aftermath of defeat. I am the face of invisible illness, of piercing isolation, of daily hide-and-seek. Would you know me if you saw me? I am your neighbor, your colleague, your sister; I am the woman who yells at the cashier […]
“It’s just a tree,” I tell myself. But each day as I stare at it, poke at the dirt, stubbornly water the skeletal form, I know it’s more than a tree. It’s a connective thread – history holding the past to the present, and the present to the possibility of a future. It is hope. […]
Another wretched, restless night of 84 degrees indoors, and I’m one hot little mama, further fueled by feral hot-hottie-hot hormones, hassling the Heat & Air provider to hurry help along! Blushed and flushed, spirits crushed, body mush, no corset coquetterie is on the horizon until this vexed vixen sees some fixin’ on the AWOL air! […]