It took three years, three months, approximately one week and a few days, but I finally did it. I broke through the wall. No more anger, no more sadness, no more grief. Okay, maybe a little grief here and there for a family lost, or what I thought a family was supposed to look like, but on a day-to-day basis, I am whole again. Functioning on all cylinders, no longer limping over the finish line or dreading commitments or holding …
Category: Contemporary Women
I have had a life changing experience, one I may never get over. I will be thinking about this experience for months to come, relishing in what I have learned, which is, basically, I have much yet to learn. Yes, even at my age. There is so much more knowledge begging to be acquired, and while I feel I am running out of time, I also know it’s not too late to begin. Still, urgency remains in my desire to …
Do the people who know us the the longest know us the best? This question has been rattling around in my head for a few years now. While I haven’t put it to task in my writing until today, I know the reason that spurred my contemplation. A few years ago when I was going through my divorce, my childhood friend, my first ever friend, reached out to me. Her brother still keeps in touch with my brother, and they …
I cried last night. I was preparing a picture collage for my aunt’s 90th birthday, and while this in and of itself is cause for celebration, I cried while creating this masterpiece for what it represented beyond a milestone birthday. The pictures did not include images of myself but represented the adult life of my aunt as I remember it. Beautiful pictures, some black and white, some with a person’s head chopped out of the frame, some with family members …
Yes, dear readers, you heard that right. After close to twenty years of coloring and styling my hair, my hairdresser made me cry. I have sat in her chair countless times for many occasions; monthly cut and color, graduations, just-because-it’s-a-Friday blowouts. But never before has my hairdresser made me cry. Truth be told, it was not her fault. I brought a bunch of baggage with me to the salon that day. I was sitting on a time bomb of emotions, …
I am a gym rat, through and through. I am all in for the endorphin rush, the building of muscle mass and bone density, especially at my age. And, I thrive on the competition within myself as I strive to be better, faster, stronger. Typically, I go about my workout quietly, albeit sweaty, just minding my own business. In my mind, I am keeping up with the 40-somethings at the gym…until I realized, in fact, I am not. The realization …
I have failed at several things in my life: making the cheerleading squad in high school, playing the political game in jobs I held early in my career, my marriage, to name a few. But, I have to say, I have never felt more disappointed in myself than in my efforts to attempt Dry January this year. Epic failure. Like, barely made it out of the gate, fell flat on my face failure. I am the poster child for How …
What’s up with the sports bra? To be more specific, what’s up with the sports bra appearing here, there, and everywhere? For example, women at the gym wear sports bras. Yet somehow, currently it is En vogue to wear the sports bra alone, not underneath a shirt as this writer believes was originally intended. Oh, the scandal! So, how should women wear a sports bra to the gym today? Or rather, how is it being worn today? Let me clarify. …
A funny thing happened on my way to the mall. Well, truthfully, it all unfolded when I actually got into the mall, but I was harboring my angst the entire 7.5-mile drive. I am not sure what I was most anxious about, parking, shopping, or the entire outing. But I persevered and ended up with a story. First, I do not make a habit of going to the mall unless out of real necessity. So for me to meander to …
(Conversations, Confessions, and Conundrums with Scout) I see words. Kind of like the boy in the movie The Sixth Sense, only he saw dead people. Instead, my gift is this: I see words. In the form of sentences that take on meaning that become stories. My stories. Observations. Of what I do, where I go, what I experience. For inexplicable reasons, they never seem to stop but just keep coming. Ferociously, feverishly, constantly. It is a good thing, right? Or …
