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…

Tending the Garden of the Heart

Whenever I am out in the world, the first things I notice are wildflowers.  I marvel at how they appear by the roadside each year, undeterred by the constant thrum of the traffic and its toxic fumes. I’m starting to realize that I am more like one of those wildflowers than I ever really imagined. …

Where have all the Gen-X Women Gone?

I was recently asked by a colleague why I thought organizations like the Red Hat Society and Masons/Eastern Star were struggling to grow and attract younger (40-50 something participants).  Rather than being the spokesperson for my entire generation, I thought I’d do a little research.  Here’s what I found…. Generation X – born between 1965…

Orchids and Cabbages…and the beauty of each.

Have you ever heard of a woman being called a “shrinking violet?”  A shrinking violet is actually a real flower, that shrinks modestly in sunlight.  I guess it’s a good metaphor for someone who is modest and introverted.  Around our home, there were no shrinking violets, but we definitely had a laugh about the women…