Balls of steel? Not for me or Janie Emaus! How about a new phrase for women? Read more from Janie on her blog, Boomer Rants. It’s all about the balls. And yes. I am talking about the ones which I’m sure just dangled across your mind. The ones which are part of the male anatomy. It …
I haven’t had my period since February 10, 2001. This date is etched in my mind along with the day I gave birth, both of those “special” days involving my marriage vows, and my daughter’s first day of pre-school. As well as less universal, but perhaps more traumatic events such as the night my boss …
As happens often in our house, the pipes get clogged with my hair. It is thick, curly, coarse and determined to slip into the drain no matter how hard I try to catch every single strand. For this reason, while some women may have their manicurist or hormone specialist on speed dial, I have my plumber. At least …
Some things are meant to be dry. A good, white wine. A well-shaken martini. A particular joke. Some, not so much. That which falls in the “not-so-much-and-beyond” category is my vagina. Yep. There-I said it, for all the world to hear. According my gynecologist, that is the current climate of my “oh so precious” lady parts. Now, I …
1960s – Someone who wakes up early with a smile on her face. Think Donna Reed and June Cleaver. Makes breakfast for her children and husband. Makes lunches for her children and husband. Hands her husband his briefcase and sends him off to work with a kiss. Walks the kids to the bus stop. Cleans …
