Charles and I met in 2012. I was 48. Both of us were licking our wounds after failed marriages. The first couple of years were pretty rocky. Neither of us expected the relationship to last long, but we were having fun along the way. Eventually (in the longest sense of the word), he and I just turned into us. I[…]
On My Heart (A Series)… Round Two.
I had an angiogram Friday, June 14. It wasn’t good but I knew it wouldn’t be. My cardiologist thought my mitral valve was only moderately leaking and, therefore, a perfectly good valve. Remind me never to buy anything used from him off Marketplace. However, yesterday’s test proved it was severe and validated my symptoms and my belief that it should[…]
On My Heart (A Series)… &%*^$!!
Trigger warning: Whining ahead. May 25 marked eight months since my heart valve replacement surgery. At my six month checkup in March, I told my doctor I felt like my recovery had slowed down. I was having a harder time getting up the Slope to my garden. I have fallen asleep at the wheel a few times, and had to[…]
On Turning 60 Part II (Looking for Ancestors, Finding Self) …
Is this what 60 is? Or is this senility?
On Turning 60 Part I…
I turned 60 years old this month. I’m having a hard time getting my brain around this. How the heck did I get here? I was just 40 about a month and a half ago. I still remember puberty, but now require my Waze app to go places I’ve been dozens of times. A colleague referred to me as “middle[…]
On My Heart (A Series)… 6 Month Surge-A-Versary
The human body is incredibly designed. It can do amazing things. It holds all your working parts and keeps them out of the elements. You are covered entirely in skin so that your intestines don’t fall out on the floor. The body, at least the female one, is a beautiful thing to behold – a work of art. Given that[…]
On Being a Person in a Meat Suit…
It is so hard to be a person, isn’t it? So very hard. I’m not talking just about being a decent human being, which is nearly impossible some days. But, the basic daily chore of waking up and dragging ourselves out of bed every day can be terrifying. We walk around in the meat suits assigned to us, navigating through[…]
On Labels and Trying to be Good…
Why is every attempt to do good met with so much resistance from those who think they are doing better? It is so hard to be a “good person” these days, isn’t it? Shit, I said “these days.” One of my mottos (“good people” have many mottos) is “do no harm.” I work so hard at doing no harm, especially[…]
On the Permanence of … Everything…?
My new garden sleeves arrived in the mail this week. I started wearing garden sleeves a couple of years and now I will not be without them. I treated myself to a new pair for this season. As pleased as I am with them, I was even more delighted with the packaging. It bears a friendly greeting. “Hello! This bag[…]
On Keanu, Buddhism and Pigeons in Protest…
I try to find humor in everyday situations. Some days, funny is hard to find and I have to turn the laughter to myself. But most days, there is more than enough to laugh at if I open myself up to it. This morning started with my Sunday Shakti Yoga Church, a small congregation of yoga practitioners and our teacher[…]