The Myth of the Easy Life

Things I try to avoid --  public speaking, mingling at a work-related social gathering, introducing people to each another (when the name of your best friend of 30 years inexplicably flees from your brain).  Team building, role-playing, and of course, karaoke. I admit it.  I want an Easy Life. A fulfilling job with moderate stress.... Continue Reading →

Rethinking Solitude

"Being a mom can be so isolating," Margie shares. The heads of other fresh-faced moms are nodding. Then Christie, of older years, adds, "Just wait till they leave the nest.  That's when you'll really feel isolated."  Several women chuckle. Myself included. Whether you're overwhelmed by non-stop toddlers or transporting pre-teens to impossibly long swim meets... Continue Reading →

The Power of Words

Brett is looking sharp in khakis and a button down shirt, his tie bearing Floridian brightness.  My brother, Charles, and his wife, Jil, are also in country club attire.  I have on a black dress - a safe choice.  I'm wearing that pearl necklace Mom gave me.  Nice touch. We are aggressively sipping white wine... Continue Reading →

The Allure of “Big Things”

In our younger years we imagine Big Things. Publishing a book - followed by a book tour.  Securing promotions and sizable salaries. Becoming competent in a field with initials after our name.  Alleviating poverty, improving literacy, advocating  for the downtrodden.  Magnificent marriages and perfect parenting  -- our children "rising up and calling us blessed" (a... Continue Reading →

Peggy and the Preacher

My mother spoke with a British accent, though American born.  She sipped gin and tonics, partied three times a week, picked at her food, shopped only at Saks, wore heels 24/7, and in her 90s arranged for a college professor to come to her living room to lecture on the Renaissance - so she could... Continue Reading →

Calling All Introverts

I am an introvert.  Shy from day one.  An 8th grade report card said I was an "enigma" - which I had to look up  (not  a compliment).  If class participation was factored into a grade, I was destined for C's. As functioning adults, we introverts don't have the option of being selectively mute. Our... Continue Reading →

What’s in YOUR narrative?

Mine is the woulda-coulda-shoulda variety that blares its voice at 4AM, revisiting the previous day.  And it's not congratulatory. You should have handled that conversation better.  You should have spoken up at that meeting.  Remember that Ben & Jerry's you devoured at 10pm?  Your arm flab has a life of its own. (Your accommodating narrative provides... Continue Reading →

A Word About Anxiety

I am a fear-ridden flyer.  I gaze out the window on high alert for birds (and now drones), other planes, dark clouds.  I study the flight attendant's demeanor for signs of pending disaster.  Is there relaxed banter?  When they ask us to find the nearest exit, I'm counting rows and assessing the skill level of... Continue Reading →

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