The heat rises around me as I settle down onto my heels and extend my arms out in front of me and lower to the floor. The quiet chanting coming from the speakers and the hiss of ujayi breath from the practitioners in the room seems to increase the energy emanating from the air, making me drowsy and heavy. I drop lower into my pose and my back opens as the breath travels down my throat and into the burning muscles. Continue reading “Commitment to Myself (July U.B.C. Day 8)”
It occurred to me recently that I was becoming “that lady.” The crazy middle-aged lady who does or says whatever comes to mind, whenever it comes to mind, heedless of the consequences. Continue reading “That Lady (July U.B.C. Day 5)”
My little boy loves the water and regularly lobbies Ernie Hemingway and me for a pool in our yard. That will never happen, as we’ve both had lots of adventures caring for in-ground pools and don’t care to add to our tally, but as a concession we’ve designed a motley water slide path involving his play set slide, a blow-up wading pool, and a Slip ‘n Slide. Continue reading “Ready, Set, Splash – Happy Fourth of July! (July U.B.C. Day 4)”
Learning recently that a settlement had been reached between the Central Park 5 and the city of New York, I was transported back in time to my senior year of high school and the fights I had with my mother over where I would attend college. Continue reading “Don’t Look Back (July U.B.C. Day 3)”
I saw my gynecologist yesterday and learned that at 45, I am more than likely menopausal. Not peri-menopausal, but through it. All the way. Done. Finished. I haven’t had time to suss out how that makes me feel yet, but over the past twenty-four hours, it’s been alternating between euphoria and despair. Continue reading “I’m sorry; could you repeat that? (July U.B.C. Day 2)”
As we head into the lazy, hazy days of summer, I wanted to share some of my favorite things about this glorious time of year.
Seventy years ago today my grandfather and tens of thousands of other soldiers landed on the beaches of Normandy, France.
My grandfather, Ray, survived Omaha Beach, was honorably discharged from the Army, then came home, married my grandmother, and raised his family. His daughters grew up, married and had children of their own – five granddaughters. Ray believed in duty and hard work. He believed in taking and owning responsibility for his decisions, his life, and that’s what he taught his children. Continue reading “The Things He Handed Down”
I’m just going to put it out there: I’m prejudiced. Now, before you go getting your panties all in a twist, I’m not talking about the Donald Sterling type of prejudice, or even the Mark Cuban type of prejudice. I’m talking about garden variety prejudices, the kind every single human being on the face of this earth has.
We are all prejudiced in one way or another. We all have preconceived notions, feelings of like or dislike for someone or something, especially when it is not reasonable or logical. Continue reading “Warning: Rant Ahead”
I am honored that my Memorial Day post/recipe is featured on Midlife Boulevard, an online magazine for midlife women. Click here. I hope you all have a wonderful holiday weekend!