They Come in All Shapes and Sizes and for all Reasons
Lucky me! I met a rock star this week. No. Not Taylor Swift. Not Ringo Starr. Not anyone you’d know by name. You won’t recognize her face. She doesn’t even sing or play with a band. But still, unquestionably, the woman is a rock star.
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Slim Jims, Cannibis College Courses, and Handsome Hubby
I’ve got a lot on my mind! Fortunately, none of it is serious or consequential. More random and scattered … like pollen … without the sneezing or itchy eyes! It’s a grab bag of assorted silly tidbits. I’m ready to share. Here goes …
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Middle-aged women are “in.” What a relief, ladies (and the people who love us)! We’re no longer undesirable. No longer untouchable. No longer like the Elf on the Shelf peering down on the action happening under the mistletoe and menorah. We’re the “it” girls at long last. So proclaims Hollywood AND the media. Halleluiah and
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“A woman your age …” said the allergist. She continued, but I wasn’t listening. I couldn’t. I was struck dumb by those words. Surely, she was talking to someone else in the room? Someone old. Not chic, well-groomed, hair-dyed, cool, with-it me? But since nobody else was in the room, she definitely was talking to
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”It” started to beep mid-day Tuesday. Handsome Hubby first heard the sound after the carpet cleaners left. It wasn’t super loud, but it was shrill. And it was constant. The noise was more than a beep. More of a high-pitched eek. A shriek. A cross between chalk grating across a blackboard and the soul-crushing cry
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I Met a Rock Star
They Come in All Shapes and Sizes and for all Reasons
Lucky me! I met a rock star this week. No. Not Taylor Swift. Not Ringo Starr. Not anyone you’d know by name. You won’t recognize her face. She doesn’t even sing or play with a band. But still, unquestionably, the woman is a rock star.
A Spring Grab Bag of Silly Tidbits
Slim Jims, Cannibis College Courses, and Handsome Hubby
I’ve got a lot on my mind! Fortunately, none of it is serious or consequential. More random and scattered … like pollen … without the sneezing or itchy eyes! It’s a grab bag of assorted silly tidbits. I’m ready to share. Here goes …
The Dreams Keep Coming
Wonderous. Yet, Worrisome
The dreams keep coming, night after night. They are wondrous, but also worrisome. They are about family members, dead family members.
Middle-Aged Women are In!
We're Hot and Bothered - In a Good Way!
Middle-aged women are “in.” What a relief, ladies (and the people who love us)! We’re no longer undesirable. No longer untouchable. No longer like the Elf on the Shelf peering down on the action happening under the mistletoe and menorah. We’re the “it” girls at long last. So proclaims Hollywood AND the media. Halleluiah and
A Woman Your Age, Said the Doctor
You Talkin' to Me?
“A woman your age …” said the allergist. She continued, but I wasn’t listening. I couldn’t. I was struck dumb by those words. Surely, she was talking to someone else in the room? Someone old. Not chic, well-groomed, hair-dyed, cool, with-it me? But since nobody else was in the room, she definitely was talking to
Things that Go Beep, Eek, and Shriek in the Night and Day
Never a Dull Moment
”It” started to beep mid-day Tuesday. Handsome Hubby first heard the sound after the carpet cleaners left. It wasn’t super loud, but it was shrill. And it was constant. The noise was more than a beep. More of a high-pitched eek. A shriek. A cross between chalk grating across a blackboard and the soul-crushing cry