Mar. 10, 2014

Everyday, He Walks

Everyday an old man walks past my front window. Beard to his chest. Rubber boots to his knees. Despite pelting snow, sidewalks of pure ice, stinging wind, sticking mud, and thick rain, he walks everyday. Then, 20 minutes later he walks back. Everyday. All winter.

Today I drove past a school and all of the kids were out in the yard playing. Teachers huddled together near the warmth of the door. And there was the old man, holding a little girl’s hand, her arm outstretched by her puffy pink winter jacket. Other kids ran and kicked back and forth on the swings. But the little girl and the old man walked around the schoolyard, together.

Everyday, alone, no matter the weather, he walks to school to spend recess with his granddaughter.

Secret Sixty, Revealed: Constant, unwavering love is surely one of the greatest things this world has to offer.

After crying all the way home, I pulled myself together and called my grandpa.

Photo by Rob Cartwright.

Feb. 17, 2014

The Real Stats About Your Body in Your 20s, 30s, and 40s

In 1970, 1 out of every 100 women did it. Now 1 in every 12 women do it. Can you guess what? Click on the link of this post to find out. Just for reference, I’m filing this “handy toolkit” under “Things That Suck.”
Feb. 14, 2014

Vintage Valentines: Universal Horror Valentine stickers by Norman Saunders, 1966 (via)

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Feb. 13, 2014
I just put the baby down and I’m in the practice of holding him and sending my positive energy of love into him before he rests. But today I got this crazy feeling like I wanted to breathe him in, almost like reabsorb him somehow.
— The Accountant’s Wife
Feb. 12, 2014

The Science of a Happy Marriage

                           1950s Marriage

70% of couples said ____________ was the determining factor of whether they felt satisfied with the sex, romance, and passion in their marriage. Can you guess what it is?

Click on the title of this post to see the answer. It just might make you go awww.

Feb. 12, 2014
We raise our little girls to view their bodies as projects to constantly be improved.
Feb. 10, 2014

Houston c. 1956 (via)


Houston c. 1956 (via)

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Feb. 9, 2014

Growing a Pair


Not gonna lie ...

I’m ashamed to admit it but …

Okay, all right, I’m getting there, I just …

Secret Fifty-Nine, Revealed: Talking about ovaries, vaginas, and mucus levels makes me squirmy, still. Even at *almost* 35-years-old. I want to be all “Power to the Vagina” but I’m more like a “Yay for Cotton Panties” kind of gal. I don’t want to talk about my vagina just like I don’t want to talk about my armpits or the weirdly furry-ish texture of my tongue. Real, yes. Accepted, a-huh. Source of bragging? Nope.

But … this. Start it at about 10 minutes in for the good stuff.

After watching Alisa Vitti’s Ted Talk, I got curious. A female doctor talking about harnessing—not fighting—the power of my hormone levels. More creative, self-confident, and able to leverage my naturally bitchy days in hyper-productive ways? Oh yes. Yes. Now I’m interested in talking about ovaries.

I bought her book on Kindle yesterday and have almost finished it. Everything from when to ask for a raise to how to get your orgasms on. Fertility, infertility, and everything in between. It’s got me all chatty about vaginas. Weird. And liberating.

Highly Recommend: WomanCode: Perfect Your Cycle, Amplify Your Fertility, Supercharge Your Sex Drive, and Become a Power Source.

Jan. 24, 2014
I often hear brides say their groom is their best friend. Really? My husband is my husband. My best friend is someone who has the patience to listen to a monologue about the heinously expensive purse I want.
— Anna Quindlen
Jan. 22, 2014

Toward the Mountain


Did you see Neil Gaiman’s commencement speech? Sure, everybody did. Everything good is viral these days, but back when I saw it at the end of 2012 I wrote down my goals for 2013.

At the time, I was newly unemployed after five years at Disney. “Mass layoff” and “the under employed” suddenly meant a lot more. I tried, as Gaiman said, to walk toward my mountain. The notes I scribbled in my day planner became the sketch of what my personal mountain looked like.

I must remember to love, to write, to give, and to travel. They make up the existence formerly and currently known as me.

And I had a damn good year, in those terms at least. I was pretty authentically myself, more than I think I’ve ever been. I found time for love. I wrote in circles, but I wrote. I gave, and I fashioned a new career around work that gave back more than I took out. I traveled to the Middle East. Oh yes, I did. Not Egypt. Not anywhere on my list but exhilarating.

Then why does it now feel like it all fell apart? Because other things on the list were not checked off, like finding stability or publishing my book? Fickle human that I am finds all reasons to mope.

“Whatever is rejected from the self, appears in the world as an event.” 
― C.G. Jung

Boy, is that for sure. So today I’m getting quiet. I’m being grateful. I’m re-sketching my mountain, focusing more on the base and less on the peak, and wondering what this next year holds for me. I’m asking myself, If I achieved nothing more in my lifetime than what I’ve already done, wouldn’t it still be a thing of wonder?

Secret Fifty-Eight, Revealed: Whether I’m walking away from it or toward it or fretting that it will crumble before I ever get there, that damn mountain still stands there majestic in every light. And even if you don’t feel it or see it, so does yours.

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