A Wise Woman Warrior

It’s recently become very obvious that I have been catapulted into a new phase of life. I believe, in years past, it would have been called the Crone phase.  But, I just can’t embrace that term.  However, today I heard the same phase of life referred to as the Wise Woman Years.  Under that label I blossomed.

Thank You For Your Opinion, Now Please Be Quiet!

What is it that tells us we can’t? Is it a collection of all the rejections we’ve received in the past?  Or, is it a constant feed loop of all of our own disappointments?  I figure, for most of us, it’s probably a little bit of both. 

Oops! Forgot Someone

Wired from the planning of a women’s event yesterday, and trying to refocus on a second event and subsequent party I’m hosting tonight, I find I am in battle mode, an uncomfortable mix of prepared and last minute run-throughs of strategy, and plans. 

Women By My Side

It seems that all of my life I have been searching for a place to fit in.  To belong.  I’m not saying I haven’t had friends.  I have, and some were really great ones.  But, the need was always bigger than onesy-s and twosy-s.   I realize now, what I wanted was a community. 

Today I Honor The Little Girl

While going through some old photographs of me as a girl, like most in this situation I was transported back in time, a short biography of myself being played out as I turned the pages.  Me, grade 5, wearing that funky brown dress with the daisies and cloth covered button. (Itchy and stiff)  Me, age 13, with groovy green and orange plaid, bell-bottom, low slung, hip hugger pant.  (They were so cool)  Me, posing with my date, for the prom.  Weird dress. (I made that dress, and attempted to make one like it for my friend.  Mom had to rescue me from that disaster.)