As time is not my friend at the moment and I’m chasing my tail rather like a dog with rabies, this post is as an ode to… 511 more words
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On a scale of one to ten, my stress levels are at a Gordon Ramsay ‘ten’ at the moment.
Work has gone into overdrive recently and once I’ve done my duties as a mother, domestic slave and family therapist, there is no time left for ME. 387 more words
For many of us it can take almost a lifetime to understand that we are in control of our destiny for the most part.
It has taken me nearly fifty years to realize that the word ‘can’t’ is (as my mother warned me) often a feeble excuse provoked by fear. 728 more words
It was our 21-year anniversary last week.
We didn’t forget the date exactly but the old man was away at some conference pretending to be a very important international executive while I was working my butt off from Dysfunctionality House. 582 more words
In the thick of a texting argument with my much-loved son this morning – he was in his Ancient History class and I was attempting to work from home – I’m not sure why, but my mind kept wandering to French toast, cream, maple syrup and raspberries. 399 more words