Beloved, A resting bitch face? – so they say. Maybe. But it doesn’t matter anyway. Their opinion of you is irrelevant. You don’t owe them your smile. It’s reserved for whom and when you choose. Just because he may speak to you and you may even speak back, Doesn’t mean he gets to inhale your time and invade your space You don’t owe…
A Glass of Wine and Random Thoughts
The other night I was in a very reflective mood. I began to think about a few things that randomly popped into my head as I sipped on a wonderful glass of Merlot. It seems like the more Merlot I sipped, the more reflective I became. Yes! I decided that material for my next blog…
Watering Your Own Garden
I think I’m finally getting the hang of this “getting older” thing. Yeah, I’m starting to really see some perks of being a woman over 50. Besides the fact that I’m happier and feel sexier than ever (at least in my eyes I am and those are the only eyes that really matter!), I’m also…
EVOLUTION: SHEDDING REQUIRED
I didn’t make any – not one – resolution for this New Year. I realized that I was just fine in 2016 the way I was and it’s good enough for 2017. I’d come to the decision long before January 1st rolled in that I wasn’t interested in “resolutions” as much as I was intent…
My Post Election Thoughts
Since the recent Presidential election, I’ve, very honestly, been at a loss for words. Tomorrow will be a week since …oh wow, it’s still even hard for me to say the words, but I’ll press through for this piece. **Clearing my throat** It’s been almost a week since President Elect Donald Trump was elected as…
Have Passport…Have traveled!
When my passport finally arrived in the mail back in June, I was like a child on Christmas morning…beyond excited and filled with anticipation as I opened up the padded official looking envelope. My passport had arrived and I knew I had just moved to another level in my life. Oh I know, “It’s just…
The Empty Nest: Life On the Other Side
Like so many other middle-age baby boomers, my children are grown and are living on their own. They have actually been doing so for quite some time now, but I’m just getting around to writing about this topic. I find that kind of interesting because, until recently, I never thought much about it – this…
Georgia’s Tree: A Long Friendship Rooted in Love
My beautiful sista-friend of more than 45 years: Our story began when I was about 11 and you were 13. Our friendship blossomed each summer under a big tree that used to stand in your front yard. There were chairs and a bench there, too. I can’t be sure of the type of tree that…
YOU’RE NOT DESIGNED FOR EVERYONE TO LIKE YOU – DEAL WITH IT.
The first time I met hatred, cruelty and discrimination was in October of 1973. It walked and talked like me and was the same color and age as I was. It wasn’t wearing a white sheet with a pointed hat and it didn’t come with a rope tied in a noose. I had just started…
INSIDE THE COURAGE ZONE
I was recently talking with one of my closest friends (Wendy, this is for you – the hardest working sista I know!). She and I may talk every 3-4 weeks or so, and when we do, we’re usually on the phone for no less than 2-3 hours catching up with each others’ lives. We talk…
Ava-Simone 