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Feature Picture courtesy of Holly Becker and her Blogging Your Way ecourse New Year’s intentions don’t leap fully formed from my head like Athena from Zeus’ skull. They need to simmer a little. There’s no simmering during Christmas when the To-Do list is doubled and you have to put breathing on it to remember to…
A second time for this favorite. First was a year ago. This is an article I found on Divine Caroline, a writing site I joined and began publishing on in 2009. Originally published on a site called Vibrant Nation, a site for 50 plus women, I haven’t forgotten this piece. So I present it for…
Somewhere in my early twenties, I began to do photo collages. The pages from the magazines I’d oggled since I was a teenager became my medium and my muse. Vogue and W, fashion’s big hitters were shredded to make my art. And what I found was a deep resentment for what these magazines had helped…
I felt frustrated at the way things weren’t going. Why was I not out lunching with my multitude of friends? Why wasn’t I progressing on that project? Why did I have nothing to show for all the work and hours I felt I’d invested in that… writing piece…garden…friendship? It all made me feel bad. And…
The only time Mark and I have ever “fought” was when Baby Eamon burned his hand on our 1950’s Odin Beautyrange. It was a super cool stove with folding enameled covers over the burners and so not insulated. And the baby, not quite walking yet, put his hand on it to stabilize himself. And he…
So many people ask, “Is she a good baby?” I look at them questioningly. They clarify, ”Does she sleep through the night or cry all the time, that sort of thing.” And this is what I say. She is easy-going. Sometimes she has issues but she is always good. I don’t believe there can be…
I finally recognized I have “opposing” definitions of a woman. Two iconic images living in my head but not allowed to coexist. The icon of successful working woman embodies respect and power and legitimization. It took us a long time to find our way into the world of (almost) equal employment. And the icon of…
I try hard to not care about your thoughts, really I do. But there’s an underlying understanding that I need your approval. I need to be thin enough for you. Or pretty enough. Or smart enough. And you are everyone and you are everywhere. Even when I’m alone, you are still there looking through my…
I recently had to explain to my seven year-old why I was shooing the kitty away from the house and away from the girl kitty who was acting kinda funny. We were having a birds, the bees, and kitties talk in which we discussed how boy kitties have spikes on the end of their winkles…
My problem is that I never liked a popularity contest. I wasn’t popular nor did I care to be. I find it hard to care whether anyone “likes” me. Jimmy Crack Corn. I’m stubborn and figure, either you like me and you get me or you don’t. And this little attitude would be fine if…
