A rainy, gray morning and a new issue of People magazine, called for a travel mug of coffee to accompany me back to bed after breakfast. I retrieved the The West Wing tv series tumbler from the kitchen cabinet, another relic from my corporate America days. It was given to me an infinite…

As many of us do, I reached for my phone this morning before my eyes were fully open and checked messages and then today’s To Do List. Following the usual working out and blogging tasks, I saw “Poop”. In my pre-coffee haze, it took me a minute to remember I…

Ladies, wash the body lotion off your hands before zipping on your riding boots. For that is a slippery slope.  

I love words, both writing and reading them. But even with the amount of time I spend doing those two things, the words inside my head are by far the most prevalent. That could be because I’m by myself a lot, but when I think back to when I was working,…

There are so many things we must do once in our life before our time on earth is through. My list includes swim with dolphins, travel to another country, see the Grand Canyon, skydive, drive across the U.S. Why isn’t “clean the bathroom” a one-time experience?  

I never had a sister who I shared clothes with. I have traded books and recipes with friends over the years and now I ask them to lend me their vision. My husband is color blind and so I must outsource this particular activity..I have gotten help organizing my clothes…

My husband decided that he, too, wanted to clean out his clothes as I have been doing and was going through his neckties. As he made a pile of those he was ready to part with, I rolled and packed them for donation. I recognized a paisley print and remembered…

The thing about long-term, hard-fought, hurdle-after-hurdle, brick-wall-scab-on-your-forehead, hyphenated projects is that when things start happening, you may not be prepared. Instead, you may be surprised and a little overwhelmed. It’s scary to take a peek. What If after all your hard work it’s not right? It’s not what you envisioned?…

While doing some heavy-duty clothes cleaning out this week, I have made a shocking discovery. No, not my circa 1985 Air Supply concert t-shirt, but this: It’s not the machines nor the robots nor the zombies we should fear. It’s the hangers. And now that I have aggressively pared down…