I’m Tired.

I’m tired. My body is tired from carrying four years of tension. My soul is tired from being slowly, methodically drained of joy and hope. My intellect is tired from reinventing, pivoting, adapting and being responsible. My smile is tired from putting on a happy face. My heart is tired of pouring out love and…

Good Girls DO

Good girls…. Don’t. Don’t what?  Wear short skirts?  Go to bars?  Have good sex?  Eat chocolate?  Say no?  What exactly is “good?”  I have visions of virgins floating in the etherea,  blindly obeying the dictates of their parents, forgoing all temptation until they are metaphorically plucked by their future husband, deflowered and expected to transition…

Put the Kettle On

“Love and scandal are the best sweeteners of tea.” Henry Fielding Tea traditions run deep in the veins of my family.  We keep our tea in a tin. We drink our tea in the morning, midday, afternoon and evening.  Perhaps our levels of caffeine change, and we are open to new things. Be clear, though,…

“Retirement” – the New Four Letter Word

Retirement.  For those of us born between WW2 and the Vietnam war, the idea of retirement has been a much-anticipated rite of passage.  I’ve been thinking a lot about retirement lately, and realize that with the thinking comes a lot of four-letter words – plan, save, work, care, home, self, and a few that I…

Stay humble, except when you are right to brag a little…

Oh boy. Humility.  It’s one of those commandments that reminds us that we must be humble because we cannot serve the Lord if our hearts are full of pride. Dictionaries juxtapose the concept of humility with arrogance and pride.  Should we be modest, meek, and unassuming?  How can we be humble in a world where…

The Subtle Art of the Curse Word

Anyone who has watched Downton Abbey will remember the Dowager Countess of Grantham (Maggie Smith) saying, “Vulgarity is no substitute for wit.”   Don’t get me wrong.  I support the use of an occasional zinger.  In fact, I probably have a swear-word vocabulary that rivals most teenagers (or sailors).  However, I implore you to consider the…

The Big “M”

““Oh, honey, I’ve got a fan blowing on me all day long, even when it’s 30 outside,” says my new friend at a recent cocktail party.  “Yeah, that radiation starts in my belly and grows out to my fingers!” laughs another.  A third, helpful friend leaps into a monologue about how great black cohosh can…

Pink

My world has always been pink. Whether by social program or by personal choice, until marriage, my world was pink. Not Steel Magnolias pink, but every shade of girlie pink, mixed with yellows and peach. Yep. My childhood was a MaiTai, and not the fun one. Living baby tender love taught me to nurture. Barbie…

And in the end, the love you make…

My first experience with death, live and up close was on my second shift as a cardiac technician. I was 20, and had already worked in healthcare for 7 years, starting as a candy-striper, then as a CNA in a burn and HIV unit. I thought I was prepared to face end of life. I…

Xena, Tall Trees and Sturdy Roots

I have a love/hate relationship with my body.  I find that I am quite content with my appearance when I am alone in room looking at a mirror. I have pretty good hair, my figure is proportional to my height, I can take a deep breath and not feel restriction, and most recently I am…