Adventures · Going Gray

The ugly shoes I wear

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

Emptying the nest · 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

Adventures · Emptying the nest · Going Gray

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

Adventures · Going Gray

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

Going Gray

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

Adventures · Cheers · Going Gray

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