Have you ever made a guy wait until you find the right pair of shoes to wear to a garden party? Or finish photographing them for your blog post? Or have your shoes ever gotten a second glance from some other cute guy while you're at an outdoor party? I get that all the time.… Continue reading The ugly shoes I wear
Category: Going Gray
Embracing the reality of imperfections
This is my year of embracing or modifying imperfections in my life. Yeah, it's part of my MAD MAD MOM month, too, but seriously, if at 54 years of age I can't get past my imperfections, I'd be doomed. Doomed. Doomed. Doomed. Doomed like my unicorn horn and my barnacle are - gone forever, leaving… Continue reading Embracing the reality of imperfections
Mad mad mom goes all senior on us
Every morning, I sit in the corner of my office and write my 3-morning pages. It helps me clear my sleepy head, and get me ready for the day. As I finished up my pages today, I wondered how many months I have left in my 54th year of life? I'm not dying, (yet), I'm… Continue reading Mad mad mom goes all senior on us
My six-month gig as a plastic surgeon
Today I would've been sitting in the plastic surgeon's office. Having a simple surgery on my face. But, nope, I canceled the appointment. Why did I do that you ask? Well...that's a funny story, kind of gross, really gross, so if you're so inclined to like that kind of stuff, stick around while I share… Continue reading My six-month gig as a plastic surgeon
Why I love my gray hair
I've never fussed much with my wild a** curly hair. It has a mind of its own, that's for sure. Well...on second thought, after I typed those words, I know that Mr. would disagree and call me out on it. He's right. Dagnabit. When I colored my hair, I fought with it EVERY day. I… Continue reading Why I love my gray hair
Why I didn’t wear a bikini in Jamaica
As a woman over the age of 50, I made a rebel decision not to compete with my former younger 20 40 something self. I chose not to wear a bikini in Jamaica like I did the first time we went there...14 years ago. I hemmed and hawed so many times before we left for our… Continue reading Why I didn’t wear a bikini in Jamaica