Entering a women’s boutique in a trendy neighborhood is my idea of a candy store. Circling the square in Sante Fe, walking the red brick streets in Alexandria, ...
“Oh look at her. That’s a nice big side of bacon.” I heard the guys chortle behind me as I walked up the beach walkway. I had tried to avoid walking in front of them in my frayed cut-off jean shorts but somehow I’d failed. And in that way that men felt entitled to comment on a woman’s body...
Everyone has an outfit in their closet that they don’t wear anymore. It might be too small, out of style, or damaged. But the memories are just too dear to disc...
I fell into a fashion coma for about 20 years. I lived in an rotating uniform of black; black slacks, black jackets, black sweaters, black shoes, black sandals,...
“I want a new winter coat,” I said to my friend in the fashion business while visiting her in London. “Maybe in a color,” I added. I was newly separated, single...
As I watched the new Netflix series, Emily in Paris, I was transported back to a coming of age time back in the late 70's. Sometimes a little fantasy and esca...
Chanting my new motivating Mantra “Life Isn’t Cancelled” there was no stopping us even if it meant the risks of getting sick were higher than staying home. We had taken as many precautions as needed. ...
I tried to keep my eyes on the puzzle but I couldn’t help observing my daughter—now a young woman—gaze at her lover. People say she looks like me with her turned up nose and heart-shaped face, but her coloring is all her dad’s side of the family: deep, deep auburn hair; creamy porcelain skin with a smattering of peachy freckles; and light colored eyes—one blue, one light brown. The soft light of the fire danced across her face, illuminating her happiness....
You could hear us coming long before you saw us. My kids were in elementary school when I found a friend to run with. As I sat on the edge of a pool at a birthd...
Months after my Marriage, my First Big Love (FBL) and I met up at a wedding of friends from our weekend and house party days. I was surprisingly nervous, sweating in a snug sweater dress....
The signs of anxiety didn’t appear all at once. At first, we stopped going to restaurants on Saturday night with white tablecloths. That was a trigger.
Alway...
Girlfriends are the gift that keep on giving. But, there have been changes in the way we communicate over the years.
One new feature of our friendships after 50, goes way beyond the reliable support we get in terms of great listening, feedback and advice. ...
The Artist's Way inspired me. I started to create and image file. I feel that in the three years since I made it, I've moved forward on all five of the dreams captured in those images. It's still a work in progress, but.......
I looked up the clinical definition of narcolepsy and I really don’t think I have it. But there are times when I just have to nod off. Call is strategic if you will but the truth is, my family knows that as soon as they start the engines on an airplane, I’m out. Apparently strategic napping is a real "thing".... they are even recommending it in the army. ...
Struggling right now? How to let go of unmet expectations.
So I’ve been hearing this one thing a lot from readers and clients of mine who are trying to move ...
The feelings of loss have been huge this month. The loss of freedom to travel, to breathe, to feel that my vote will be counted, the civil unrest and the death of RBG who represented what I care about most on the Supreme Court suddenly left me paralyzed.
But, here's some irony. The doomsday dark cloud lifted from my morning when I least expected it. Last Friday, September 25th, would have been my Mom's 88th birthday and as I sat with her photos, videos and memories all day, something shifted. It was the first time in years I wouldn't be with her on her birthday....
If you’re a caring and compassionate person, then there’s no greater feeling than knowing you’ve helped another person, in some way or another. Whether it’s big...
I never thought I would be satisfied with FaceTime as a completely connected visit…but now I am. It wasn’t like that back in March.
Every time I would ...
"Not too short, right?" I showed him the picture of the perfectly coiffed model sporting a layered bob. "I like this."
He held up the chin-length strand of hair - his comb flirting the frayed ends. Lifted the razor and sliced - two inches from my head.
Excuse me!
"Excuse me?" I stammered....
