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Like sands through the hour glass…

I realize that some women reading this post might want to whack me with a rolled up newspaper, but I’m in a bad place about aging right now. Specifically, the physical aspect of it. That’s right, I’ve gotten caught up in the ads, the anti-aging movement, the idea that “youth = beauty” that’s shoved down our throats by the entertainment industry and media. I used to think of...

Most well-rested spouse

I often fantasize about being my husband.  Mostly at night.  As we crawl into bed.  His ability to fall asleep within moments of hitting the pillow leave me both mesmerized and deeply jealous.  If we were competing for Most Well-Rested Spouse, he would be crowned in jewels and I would be stuck fluffing pillows. I love to sleep just as much as the next gal, but sleep doesn’t...

Oh Captain, my Captain!

I am in the process of converting my exercise phases into permanent lifestyle choices.  Over the years, I have maintained a seasonal commitment to fitness.  During the summer and fall I workout with the enthusiasm of a newly trained Jazzercise instructor. “I feel great!  Working out is like an endless sleepover!  It’s just the absolute best!!!” But once the...

My womb ain’t nobody’s business but my o...

I was in the waiting room of my doctor’s office last week when I was addressed by a very pregnant woman, accompanied by a super-energetic toddler. The mom was drenched with sweat (it was 6 zillion degrees and really humid outside) and having a hard time controlling her on-the-edge-of-a-tantrum kiddo. She looked at me apologetically and then asked if I had kids. I think she needed...

The Surfer's Wife

My husband is a surfer.  He grew up a stone’s throw from the ocean and has been riding New England waves since he was a kid.  When I learned of his oceanic skills, two thoughts entered my mind. 1.  You can surf on the east coast?  Yes, you can.  There is a vibrant and healthy surf scene from Maine to Florida.  Who knew? 2.  I want to surf, too! I had never dated a surfer...

There are limits to my openness

Before reading this post, if you are related to me through blood or marriage, please stop now. It will save all of us a load of discomfort when we see each other face-to-face at the holidays. Thank you. I love you. Ok. Here we go. Jim likes to think that we are entirely open with one another. Physically. No embarrassment, no shame. He’s right to some extent. It’s true that we...

Impromptu date! Sort of.

The romance is not dead, people! As our seventh anniversary draws closer, Jim and I have been trying to keep things spicy by doing new and different things. And I’m not talking rated-x stuff (I’ll save that for another post). We’re going to new places, seeing new sites, and infusing as much of our time together with affection, joy and energy. Even when it comes to our mundane...

Home is where the husband is

I’ve been away from home for almost 3 weeks. The first half of the trip was a delightful (heavenly, relaxing, much-needed) vacation with Jim. The second half of the trip brought us to my hometown of Plymouth, New Hampshire. My mom had knee replacement surgery and we were there to help out. Jim had to leave after a few days to go back to work, but I stayed to play amateur physical...

Silent (re)Treatment!

We’ve left the cats and the condo to a sitter and gone on our annual yoga and meditation retreat to the fabulous Kripalu Center in the beautiful Berkshires. I adore it here and feel a palpable and automatic decompression the moment I step through the front doors. For the next several days, I’ll take a million yoga classes, read by the lake, and eat mouth-watering,...

Let’s crack this nut

I couldn’t resist.  Camille Paglia wrote a piece in the New York Times (June 25, 2010)  addressing the female ‘viagra’ pill that the FDA just rejected for market.  You can read the full essay here: http://www.nytimes.com/2010/06/27/opinion/27Paglia.html Paglia, forever the ironclad social provocateur, blasts middle class values as a potential culprit for female...

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