lessons from a life half lived
These days, my husband Tony-Bear has quite the fan club. Ever since I wrote in my February e-newsletter about him rescuing me, albeit from my mother, people keep saying how awesome he is. The thing is, Tony being my hero is nothing new. He’s been my hero ever since my last semester of college when I spotted him across the dance floor… Continue Reading…
I never had “The Talk” with my parents. You know, the often awkward conversation about how tiny human beings are created. Instead, one morning as I made my bed, I spied something poking out from between the mattress and box springs—an illustrated manual of male and female anatomy with brief, scientific explanations regarding certain body parts and their functions. I… Continue Reading…
A few years back, I was en route to a writing conference with a carload of women when a strawberry-blonde writer-gal gifted me with a nickname: “Hummingbird on Acid.” Just like a really good bra, the moniker fit perfectly and I have worn it ever since. Are you a hummingbird-on-acid too? If so, you experience the world as a flower… Continue Reading…
I think Mick Jagger was wrong when he sang, “What a drag it is getting old.” Heck, he was only 23. What did he know of decrepitude? He’s much older in this picture, but thanks to hair color, he doesn’t look too Keeper of the Crypt-ish. In fact, in this photo, what I notice most is his joy, and that’s probably because… Continue Reading…