Her red floors shone with wax and polish, 3D artwork (that would look foolish in another's home) graced the mantle, food on the stove, ever-ready for guests, adobe house furnished art-deco style wi

  I didn't know what it was, but I knew it was bad. Really bad.   The pretty girl was popular, blond and she always hung out with a group of boys. They seemed to admire her, cater to her every nee

This morning the children at Sandy Hook Elementary School went back to class.  In the aftermath of horrific circumstances, where a lone gunman, killed 20 of their first grade class mates right before

  LYSISTRATA: There are a lot of things about us women That sadden me, considering how men see us as rascals. CALONICE: As indeed we are!One of my favorite tales of women as peacemakers is the

During one of my many sessions with Women on the Verge (WOTV) member, Judy Kinney, I complained that I felt burned out and like I had no time. She nudged me with her gentle voice and said, “You know

  My Dear Body,   You have kindly housed my soul since the day I was born, yet I rarely thank you for that. Instead, I poke at your triple-threat child-bearing hips, your softening neck, your focus

  I don't like zoos. I don't like circuses with animals either. I think that if we want to see animals, we should go to them, on their home court, so we can understand and appreciate them as they tr

  Simple things bring happiness. When I realize this, I have my best days. Those little things that stroke our souls and make us smile – imagine carving out a portion of every day to include them. A

  June is here and with it comes a new topic for us to dive into. This month's topic is called, “No Room to Hide”.  The plan is that we will come face-to-face with our vulnerabilities and courageous

I am asking that as a question, because I am going to tell you the way that I do, however, I am no expert, so I am also curious about how you do it, too.   During this month's Spa for the Soul, Judy K

  Why is it so easy to look at the people around me and so easily see their super power, while at the same time, I am challenged to see my own?   No matter how many times someone tells me that I am wo

  Some days it's more difficult to find that space in your heart for laughter than others, putting the guard down and letting your laughter ring can be a challenge.   I am aiming here to help you chea

  Sisterhood. When one doesn't have a sister, yet yearns for one, it seems like such a vast word. But, in all honesty, it was the conceptual word behind the beginnings of Women on the Verge. It is

  "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

I have found lately that a quiet space with a pen and paper will give me something that I don't always see.  Me. ZenTangle is an artform that allows you to simply get lost in the fine details.  Anyone

  January 2, 2012Dear _______________ organization,   I have supported you physically, mentally, emotionally and financially for years. I believe in what you are aiming to do and your mission.   Thi

  May the long time sunShine upon you,All love surround you,And the pure light within youGuide your way on.   Traditionally the above song is played at the end of every Kundalini yoga class in the U

  Everyday is a new day in my mind. Everyday I ask God, “What shall I do today to fulfill my purpose?”   I was never one of those fortunate people who woke one morning at the age of 8 and knew that t

  When discussing the concept of giving and receiving, my mind automatically goes to giving. I am comfortable giving. I hand make gifts at this time every year for family – I have a running list of

  At the beginning of every month, I make a commitment to myself to fully be in every topic. This has proven to be quite beneficial to me, in my growth. With that endeavor in mind, I chose to focus

    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

  Being on the Verge means listening to my soul. Not only listening to it – really, really hearing it and letting it sing out loud. Releasing it from it's bounds – so it can ring true – even if it c

    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

  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

I spent a very long time not posting in my personal blog, when this month's topic came about, The Power of Words, and I realized, hey!  I have a lot of words inside of me that I would like to share. 

  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

  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

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

  Housewives, what a misnomer. Women aren't married to their house. The definition of a housewife is, “A married woman whose main occupation is caring for her family, managing household affairs, and

  I was recently asked what I consider to be my greatest accomplishment and without hesitation I said, “Being a mother.” I don't think that I am the best mother, but I do think that I deeply, deeply

Yesterday I was at the grocery store and two women were ahead of me in line. They had two children (a sick infant and a 3ish girl). They paid for their groceries in small WIC checks (under $5 each

She was not afraid of DeathTalked about it like the weatherI want to die quickly and in my sleepShe made her requestAnd she did It was her heart thatkilled hergenerouspassionateactiveangrydramatictale

  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

  There once was a Woman on the Verge Whose dreams were so bright, they did surge Untethered by rules Her friends were her jewels And together, their hopes would emerge   The Woman on the Verge was na

    The Stain There once was a stain on the bed Mysterious, untrustworthy and dead We poked and we prodded We questioned and plotted Our findings, they filled us with dread We turned on the light Exa

  Chasing the sunset to the ends of the earth Inhaling the cold in all of its girth The canyon is big, in fact it is grand But my thoughts are more urgent – can you please warm my hand? The deer

  Sometimes you just have to use your instincts when living among deadly plants and animals in the desert. This is the story of one of those times.   One late spring weekend, my girlfriends and I gat

  Disclaimer: This is very, very bad poetry and not for children.  Read at you own peril.Hot HeadedOnce upon a soup is our taleThe way to a man's heart without failChicken, tomatillos, lime and riceRo

  Sometimes you simply have to be your own best heroine. Today was one of those days for me. Our weather in Tucson, AZ has been absolutely divine lately, and I was having a bad case of spring fever.

Many years ago, I was a young mother-to-be living in Seattle, Washington. I knew no one except for my then husband, mother-in-law and my obstetrician. I would faithfully go to the library once a

  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

In our last WOTV radio show, we employed a technique mentioned by Robbie Kaye, in her blog on this month's topic, Healing: Woman to Woman, that she called “passing the talking feather”. Now, I under

  My mother collected recipes like some people collect dolls or knick-knacks. I have volumes of handwritten recipes by her, organized in binders and according to the type of food represented. She ha

A dear yoga teacher of mine was recently diagnosed with ovarian cancer. She requested that her yoga family show up the night before her surgery and chant, pray and bless her in this journey.   I arr

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

Sometimes when we look for answers, we have to look to a higher power within ourselves.  My alter is my place of healing, praying and practice.  Please feel free to take a peek.  Building and utilizin

It feels more than a little ironic to me that living in Tucson, Arizona and with the recent tragedy that occurred here (with our local Congresswoman being shot at along with 19 others), while our mont

Thank you for visiting our community, Women on the Verge.  We are so pleased with its recent re-vamp for the new year, and we invite to you to check it out and join us. It's a fabulous global communi