Here on the surface of the sun, Fall is not generally measured by a change in the weather. It's not unusual for Halloween to hover in the 90s, so we don't measure by temp. There are more subtle changes. Ladies who live in The Dale and surrounding areas emerge more during the daylight; after Summer… Continue reading Dust Off Your Broom…It’s Witchy Season
Embrace Your Old Lady…
There is a certain je ne sais quoi about becoming an older woman. Our wishes include elegance and wisdom. The world presents aching joints and brain fog. We meant to wizen gracefully. Instead aging is inconvenient, unsure and nerve racking. Less Carmen Dell'Orefice and more wrinkled gargoyle. Don't know Carmen? Oh my dear. She is… Continue reading Embrace Your Old Lady…
It’s Always A Guy’s Fault…
At first it's hard not having someone to kill the spiders. That part never gets easier but eventually one learns to get them with a broom or other long handled apparatus. Changing lightbulbs, climbing ladders, navigating the garage, smoke alarms. The Single Ladies get used to it but are still pissed off every damn time.… Continue reading It’s Always A Guy’s Fault…
Dancing Like A Grandma…
Part of aging is losing your give-a-damn. Amongst the grannies, the subject of dancing arises. Probably because every little thing requires a dance. After pool time, I dance around the bathroom with a chocolate-covered pretzel for potty training GrandBear Number Three. I truly was that crazy Mémé (Do you have a special French name?) level… Continue reading Dancing Like A Grandma…
Takin’ To The Bed…
Can we make taking to the bed a thing outside of the South? I feel the need for some time to wallow, sigh deeply, eat, and have malaise overtake me until it passes and I emerge as my engaging, perky self again. While it's generally reserved for the girls of the Southern variety, I want… Continue reading Takin’ To The Bed…
Sequins Are at Half-Mast…
Sequins, beads, and rhinestones are at half-mast. The engineer of all things sparkly has passed. No doubt the gals in heaven have been awaiting his return to glitter their wings. Bob Mackie has died. You just think you don't know the name. Remember sitting criss-cross applesauce on the living room floor, taking in the spectacle… Continue reading Sequins Are at Half-Mast…
Where Is This Mythical Workplace?
Where, exactly, does one find a Ted Lasso workplace? Must we go to England? Does such a thing exist only in the imaginations of former SNL and The Simpsons writers? Is it a magical made-up spot like the Nutcracker's Land of Sweets Midnight Ballroom, the fabled glittery underground where twelve princesses secretly dance each night?… Continue reading Where Is This Mythical Workplace?
Are You In Your Masculine?…
Women are in their masculine. This, according to social media, harbinger of all things vitally important. Perhaps there's been too much time on TikTok (true), but the thinking, at least online, goes like this: Women have strived for so long and so hard to be equal that there are now more women graduating from college,… Continue reading Are You In Your Masculine?…
Is It On Me?…
She's whispering, clearly upset, when she calls. "There's a scorpion in the closet." Her husband is out of town. Socks and plastic kitchen gloves fill the handbag. The garden gloves are too dirt-encrusted to take into her lovely home. Not sure how much protection dish gloves wield against a scorpion sting, but they make me… Continue reading Is It On Me?…
Go Cubs Go. Go Cubs Go.
Oldest Chicken texts: "Do you wanna have dinner Monday or Tuesday, just you and me?" Me: "Yes. What's wrong?" Oldest Chicken: "Nothing. What night is better for you?" Me: "Either is fine. Really, you can tell me anything." Oldest Chicken: "Don't be dumb. I'll pick you up Monday at 4:45." Two days later. Me: "Is… Continue reading Go Cubs Go. Go Cubs Go.