
One Step at a Time
The bus and my offspring weren’t on the same schedule today. I launched into action and the frenzy of second saving choices began... undergarments, street legal pajamas, brush teeth, socks, shoes or tamed hair. I had the momentary “Always wear clean underwear in case you're in an accident.” But seriously... if I’m in need of emergency care embarrassment will be low on my list of concerns. Sweater overhead, hop hop into PJ bottoms, scoop up footwear as I herd the boy and the

The Expedition of Womanhood
The expedition of womanhood...and make no mistake it is and expedition. You'll need Gear...lots and lots of Gear. Supplies, rationing, sunscreen, emergency bandages, and antibacterial... Your physical and emotional limits will be tested. There will be tears...lots of them, so add tissues to the list. Tears of Joy, Pain, Sorrow, and Suffering. Tears of Delight, Wonder, and Possibility. There will be shock and awe. The spectrum of everything and anything can and will occur. Lif

The Lost Art of Listening
We wake to a screaming alarm or boisterous morning DJ, then turn on the morning news to be informed of the latest global horror, political tantrum, celebrity antic, and fashion trend. Next we to rush to gamble our lives in the skirmish known as the roadway commute. We balance scorching coffee and consume empty calories while fielding emails,texts, and social media updates...then get dressed a second time, this time in body armor to safeguard our eight to ten hours of human in

What a Difference a Day Makes.
A few days ago my feet were bare, my jacket forgotten, a late February winter anomaly. Birds foraged for fun not need, and daffodils lured from slumber stretched, budded, and burst with optimistic color. In a hormonal flash Mother Nature’s hands fisted on birthing hips and storm clouds pushed against the blue sky painting over the cheerful with a loaded brush of gray. Snow fell... confection flurries then portly flakes forcing the region beneath a heavy blanket of pristine, u

Personal Purging & Pink Capes
For the last year I’ve been shoveling through my "mess". A midlife cleaning up, clearing out, not unlike diving into the closet and discovering the forgotten, set aside, or outgrown ~ whether style or seam restriction the process of cinching or releasing my belt to accommodate “growth” has been uncomfortable. During the process emotions rise~ a swell which beckons for elastic waistlines. Next a parade of WIOH banter showers down as self-discovery reveals the poor choices and