Since I turned 70 earlier in the year, I’ve had to accept I’m way, way past midlife. But some say that 70 is the new 40 (or is it 50?), and my own midsummer night’s dream is one of looking and feeling young(er) for lots of years. So I’ve started walking again–at least two miles […]
to taste a toadstool
Our young niece trailed behind my husband. “What’s this?” she asked. Dennis glanced back. “It’s a toadstool. It’s inedible.” He continued down the path, assuming Kristin followed. “It doesn’t taste good.” Dennis whipped around. “Didn’t I just tell you not to eat that?” he scolded. Follow me over to The High Calling where we conclude […]
self-care or selfish?
I slammed doors, stomped feet, and spewed all kind of venom. How dare the company ask us to move (even if only for a short time), and how dare my husband say yes. He could just go alone. Without me. Because here is where I was. The I who’d found my identity and importance […]
when you neglect your body
I throw off everything that could weight me down while I weigh myself–first thing in the morning, before a drop of water passes my lips. I smile because the needle settles a few pounds lower, and I know it’s because of my recent illness. Sickness has its benefits. I mentally pummel myself for all […]
