Sometimes I feel like the quiet angry woman and sometimes I feel like the angry quiet woman.  It's a balance... learning when to roar and learning when to whisper.  Sometimes I get it "right

  I stood at the doorway of my oldest child's bedroom on his first birthday and grinned. You could not tell from his bedroom what gender he was. The colors were neutral, bright and bold and chosen f

  One summer afternoon in Tucson, my CASA girl and I were driving around in Big Ugly, and she was enjoying a little channel surfing on my car's XM radio.  She hooted and cheered when she figured out

It was overwhelming. It took over my psyche in a way that I would not have anticipated. What was it? Lunch with a Co-Woman on the Verge. Jane Devin and I had planned our lunch at a vegan restauran

One of the themes in Saving CeeCee Honeycutt is the impact that friendship (or it’s absence) can have on our lives. True friends see our goodness and flaws, strengths and weaknesses, and they love

  Lately one of my favorite mottoes has been, “Be the person you want to become - now.” A lot times lately, when I am doing something, I stop and think, is this the person I imagine myself being in

Editorial note: I decided to tackle this month's theme, Healing Between Genders, from a few viewpoints: marriage, general social and of course, spiritual. In a dying relationship, I know I'll always s

  Would you consider writing if your only goal was to place the finished work in a drawer when the writing is complete? A chiropractor friend recently lamented, “No matter how good I am at being a

Healing Between the Genders Recently I saw an old episode of “What Would You Do”, titled “Man Drops Powder in Date's Drink”. and was more than a little disturbed. The episode showed actors being po

    dreaming of true sisterhood women sharing talk about it to those who care women on the verge   no reason to feel alone hands reach out oceans apart sisters of the heart women on the verge   liste

There have been two things that were my refuge for most of life. From age 16 my refuge consisted of words and music.  I wrote my first song then, and it was as if I took a trip to that proverbial isla

  Unlearning—this is the major premise of every spiritual and religious path. And most of what we need to do to be happy and balanced and live an authentic life requires unlearning what society taught

Last July I hit a bump in the freeway of life. My mammogram revealed lumps, small but needing a biopsy. Test conclusions: I needed to have two lumps removed, one from each breast.  The surgeon sai

  She first got in my car with her headset on and a book in her hand. No way was she going to allow me to connect with her. No way was she going to let me in. Then I asked her to pop her music on

  "Shawls ... made for centuries universal and embracing, symbolic of an inclusive, unconditionally loving, God. They wrap, enfold, comfort, cover, give solace, mother, hug, shelter and beautif

    The word vagina is derived from Latin and technically means “sheath for a sword.” In this case, I am guessing the sword is a penis.     Is our thinking still antiquated? Is our vagina truly our

It seems I have spent a lifetime thinking and working on this blog, even though it has only been about ten days. It has been harder for me in some ways than “Mothers.” I have written and rewritten it

  Big Ugly and Me   He's a heavy drinker And carries a belly A family man Even has his own telly   He's luxuriously soft And bountifully tasteful Yet his habits – are awful And that makes him wasteful

"Got to pay your dues if you wanna play the blues, and you know it don't come easy." - George Harrison "Meanwhile, back on my suicide farm, I'm reading about Snooki's book deal." - Suzy Soro, Comedi

I'm really not a good writer.  It's so hard for me to find the right words to describe how I really feel or if the readers will fully understand what I'm trying to relay.  Please bear with m

Yesterday, I wanted to die.  I was speaking to a very good friend and somewhere in that conversation, I blurted out I'm tired, I just want to die and burst into tears.  For the last three we