Monthly Archives: January 2016


BOOM by Cindy Joseph, is inspiring. Pro-aging. There’s a notion. Forget all this anti-aging nonsense. As if anything could stop time.

Why do we fight it? Some things are certainly worth opposing. Social injustice, the Trumpster. Aging? Growing old is a gift. My Mom made it to 61 and she was so beautiful and full of life until she became ill. She was fortunate to live that long. Life is so fleeting, why do we spend so much of it fighting the inevitable and tearing ourselves down?

How we age is, if we are lucky, up to us. Caking on the powder and pouring on the hair dye isn’t fooling anyone. Not really. It also sends the message that what we are, who we, are needs to be covered up or disguised. That isn’t how I feel inside.

I really don’t want to judge, here. Everyone is entitled to handle aging the way they want. It’s just that, when I look at this woman, I feel inspired to embrace aging and cease the war against myself, against my self-image. Why do I hate every photo of me? I know I’m not alone. It’s terrible! We women focus on each flaw and wrinkle.

OK, so I haven’t been brave enough to let the gray do it’s thing. Maybe, just, maybe, this will inspire me. Every time my gray starts to grow in, I wait about a month and then cave and head to the salon for a touch-up.

I have never been big onr makeup, except for some mascara as my eyelashes are all but invisible and always were. I don’t know that I’ll ever give that up. Who knows… However, I really struggle with hair color. It feels very scary to go gray as I’ve been highlighting my hair for well over 20 years! I have no idea what would happen if I just stopped it all.

I will turn 50 this year – God willing and the creek don’t rise, as my grandmother liked to say. As I edge towards that birthday, I hope to further embrace who I am, where I am. Cindy Joseph, you rock. You are gorgeous.

Frankly, while her outer beauty is remarkable, her personality and vitality are what shine the brightest. xo

These Are a Few of My Favorite Things…

“Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens…”  Those are beautiful words, aren’t they?  I’ve sung that lyric hundreds of times (literally as it’s a favorite at the school where I work), but rarely thought about the images.  So specific and evocative.

I don’t care much about “things.” I really don’t. With my husband and 2 sons, I live in a one bedroom apartment and am perfectly happy with that arrangement. At times I long for a 2nd bathroom, or heck, a bedroom, but in all honesty, I don’t think about it much. When I walk in my door at the end of the day, I feel overcome by a sense of comfort, coming home. It’s my favorite place, containing my favorite people.

Then I sit down on the sofa that we’ve had for approximately two decades. I squirm. Pound the cushions. Curl my legs up. Stretch them out. My back hurts.  I pummel the cushions again, which feels good (the pounding, that is) but has little impact on the shape which mushes back to being uncomfortable in minutes. Already, I have re-stuffed the cushions, washed the slipcovers, stuffed the cushions over and over. I am so done with this couch. It has been wonderful. But its time has come. And gone.  

At this point, I don’t have an extra penny in my bank account. MUST NOT spend another dime. Especially so soon after the holidays.

However, this sofa from Ikea that sounds like it’s named after a dog, Stocksund, is calling to me. In this comfy light-red. I want it so badly I can feel it under my… Well, you get the idea.

So much else to do and worry about and yet I can’t shake this obsession. A distraction.

There is a great deal that I have to accomplish in the next months. Responsibilities. Obligations. Big and small. It’s so fun to imagine that all would be well if I could just sit my patootie on this red beauty of a 2-seater.

$800 might as well be $8,000 right now. But having something to look forward to, even an Ikea couch, is so important. Keeps us moving ahead. Sure, I’d like to end gun violence. Would love peace in the Middle-East. Wish I could live a day without hearing about The Donald.

The Stocksund is tantalizingly attainable, yet just out of reach. Red, inviting, classic. Please refrain from reminding me that it’s made by Ikea and would probably fall apart before the year is out.