Like many of our generation, reading the obituaries is a regular occurrence....a daily ritual of sorts. Doing so, offers inspiration and encourages self contemplation. It perhaps provides a template for writing the inevitable obituary for loved ones and it prompts us to consider the content of our own obituary when the time comes.

I recently celebrated a landmark birthday and I am now feeling “officially old.” Up until now, birthdays have never bothered me much, but this one stopped me cold. I can no longer deny to myself or others that I am “aging” and to say that I was shocked and depressed about the situation is a bit of an understatement! Once I had a glass of wine and thought things over, however, I came to the only possible conclusion: There was of course, nothing I could do about it. You can’t beat Mother Nature, so there was no recourse but to put on my big girl panties and try to make…

I was a happy go lucky little girl, not a care in the world. In spite of the fact that Mom had an aversion to stylish hair cuts and a preference for odd shaped glasses, life was good. Almost all of my siblings ( Middle Sis being the exception) had red hair too, so I fit right in. These were my people! It wasn't until I started school that I realized I had red hair and I was different than the other kids. Suddenly, I was a redhead in a sea of blondes and brunettes and my world turned upside down in a heartbeat! This is the story of my…

We realize this is a gender specific post, having the potential to alienate anyone not at all interested in the topic. That is entirely up to you dear reader, but please be aware that it is a subject near and dear to the hearts of many women who will possibly benefit substantially from reviewing the following. Because we are gifted with what I would refer to as “Boobage”, women are often faced with a dilemma when it comes to working out. Your everyday, ordinary bra simply will not do when one is jumping, running and even walking, in the pursuit of physical fitness. Hence the need for a bra that…

Once we are allowed to start travelling again, The Sisterhood will start walking again. Being the optimist that I am and in preparation for that next big 5K walk, I bravely decided to go back to the gym. The first thing I noticed was not how out of shape I was, but the lack of common courtesy displayed by fellow gym members, which is the inspiration for this post.

We all do it. Without a second thought we ask acquaintances and even strangers that standard, polite question: "How are you?" Those three words may even escape our lips several times a day. Then we wait for the standard, polite response: "Fine, thanks" or "Good, thanks." And that is pretty much that.

Like most people, I am convinced that years from now, the year 2020 will be remembered as a watershed, momentous time in our history. When it began, I was determined to spend it being creative, innovative and positive. Every month, I was going to do something spectacular! Little did I know that my intention would be taken entirely out of my hands, and depend upon the course of Covid-19. With that in mind, I offer thoughts from a point in time when life was still quite “normal” and we could to a certain extent control how our destiny unfolded. What follows then, now seems quite naive and self absorbed, but…

Well, it didn't start out that way. Forty plus years ago when we first met, my husband was your typical meat and potatoes guy. He has always been health conscious and works hard to stay in shape.