Once when I woke from a sound sleep to use the bathroom, I wiped and felt something that didn’t belong there. It felt like I had a tumor. Seven specialists, seven months and seven days in the hospital later, I was diagnosed with pelvic congestion syndrome, caused by hard-to-detect varicose veins in the pelvis. Continue Reading
Recently I attended an event for the purpose of networking with attendees from three, different, women’s entrepreneur groups. It was at a coffee shop in the city and started at 7:30 a.m.
I’m still not sure what enticed me out of my suburban comfort zone at that hour. I am not a morning person. Continue Reading
April’s baby was not the first giraffe born in captivity, and there was nothing exceptional about the event other than thousands witnessed the birth via social media.
What was it about that giraffe and her baby that drew people in and had them incessantly checking notifications on their phones?
As my sixth decade approaches I find myself obsessed with the preserving of memories. Especially the memories of loved ones that have passed before me. It’s been important for me to document our lives for those we’ll eventually leave behind. Not only our personal information, but our first-hand-accounts of historical events and how we reacted to them.
Eighteen-years-ago my brother was murdered. He was 26.
I was excited to turn 30 and rightly so. Those turned out to be some of the best years of my life. As I reflect it’s clear to me they were the teenage years I never had. As a teen mom and wife there were no keg parties, concerts and definitely none of those carefree hanging-out with my friends kinds of days or nights. My 30’s were so much fun, I never gave a thought to turning 40. I did have a few twinges as 50 approached. I promised myself it would be the decade of me making every effort to complete everything I ever dreamed of accomplishing.
In nine-months I’ll be 60. Those twinges I felt as the 50’s approached are now deafening drum beats.