When my mom was nine, her best friend Bona Lockwood gave her a panda for Christmas. Mom named the bear Myrtle. It’s not hard to guess, from her appearance, that Myrtle has led an exuberant life. Lots of love. Plenty of adventures. Myrtle’s favorite piece of jewelry is a red wooden heart. My Uncle Byrt made the pin …
As a writer, revision is my middle name. I revise, almost, until the cows come home. But what about as a menopausal woman? Do I need to turn myself into ice cream? Or should I just be happy with spilled milk, no crying allowed? Cliff, my husband the engineer, goes into semi-heart failure if he spills …
Nope! You aren’t losing your marbles. Menopause just makes you feel that way sometimes. Names skip away. Car key escape. The brownies decide to burn. For years, women nicknamed this condition “menopausal fog.” The results of a recent research study confirm that menopausal brain fog is for real. And the best suggestion for working through the …
Yep! Euphoria. I’d be living my regular life and all of a sudden. Pow! I’d fly into the best mood. Dust bunnies, pudgy stomach, piles of projects. Didn’t matter. Life was a beach! A big, wonderful, splashy, happy beach. Of all my menopause symptoms, this was by far the most fun. Actually, none of the …
Cliff and I were en route to Bald Head Island off the coast of North Carolina. The day was gorgeous. September in all her brilliance. Puffy, proud clouds painted the sky in front of us. “As a girl, I found shapes in the clouds,” I said. “They’d pop right out at me. I can’t do …