Sexy? Hell yeh!

womens magazines

Reading a woman’s rag mag is quite an eye-opener  and being a woman I thought I had the whole woman thing figured out. Come to find out I know squat about being a real woman. I discovered I was so far out of the loop that I almost wasn’t a woman.

Here’s a list of the finer points of being a woman that educated me.

Women over forty ARE SEXY! Who knew? And dammit, all this time I’d been thinking wrinkles, creases, saggage and stubbornness were turn-offs. Come to find out a lot of men are excited by a woman that has some life experience and isn’t afraid to show her true self. In fact, it seems to take the pressure off of them to not be so concerned about how they look.

football man

Alpha women are the new alpha male. An independent woman who can take care of herself, is assertive, aggressive and opinionated seems to be a much sought after trait. And it only took fifty shades of grey to proof it.


That a woman’s body is her temple…she just needs to know how to accessorize it properly.

kim and sheet

with a sheet


a scarf


and of course…a pair of wings.

Make-up is now done in a way that it needs to look like we’re not even wearing make-up…despite the layers we put on to make it look that way.

highlighting and contouring

Exercise is still one of the healthiest ways to stay young. Just stay away from gyms where young people go.

But if forty is considered sexy, damn what the hell is sixty gonna be? So friggin’ excited! I’m gonna rock my independence by wearing what I feel like…

wear wut i feel like

throw away my make-up and dance the night away…

Yeh…it’s gonna be good.

so good






A Vision of Peace


My brother comes to me in a dream

And speaks to my heart

The silence penetrates the stillness

A mist-like fog swallows my body

woman dreaming 4

My arms outstretched

But I touch nothing

A feathery lightness grazes my shoulder

Then is gone

gentle spirit

A quiet whisper and a playful breeze

Gently lifts my hair

But I see nothing

A soft caress trails across my arm

Giving me a sense of something known

But forgotten

loving spirit

A feeling of trust overwhelms

A shadowy face appears

A well-loved smile shines

Through the haze

ray of sunshine

The voice

Tells me my worries

Can be put aside

His soul is at peace


His diseased body

Now left behind

His mind is at ease

My anxieties fade away

My brother is finally free

a vision of peace


From my book:


It’s Just Love

love letters

It doesn’t have to be said

It doesn’t have to be written

Words are just words.



It’s a touch

A hug

An embrace


look of love

A caress

A look


whispering lovers

It’s listening




pure love

It’s giving

Without taking


full moon

It’s simply being

And knowing

That you don’t have to be together,

To be together.



It’s not that hard to love.

Because it just is.


Heart Over Head

heart over head


I’ve always been a firm believer in listening to what your heart is telling you. Over the years others have told me, “Listen to your heart, if it doesn’t feel right, it probably isn’t.” Truer words have never been said.

In high school, things were rough. Keeping out of trouble, when I hung out with kids who were trouble, was a challenge. We weren’t the tire-slashing, breaking and entering kind of trouble. We were more the wise-ass, smart-mouth kind of trouble. As kids, we didn’t use our heads when making plans to do things, so listening to my heart was how I made my decisions. I never wanted to appear to be “uncool” in front of my peers so I never really listened to my head when it was telling me not to smoke or drink, but my heart wanted those friends and I let it guide my decision on whether the fun they were offering was going to be harmless or put us too deep into outhouse.

When someone would tell me, “that boy is trouble.”  I wouldn’t listen, even though my head knew the person was right and I was sure to get a broken heart, my heart spoke louder; telling me to go for it because he was the kind of trouble a girl only gets one shot at and that she might as well enjoy it while she could.

When I became pregnant with my first child, I worried about what kind of mother I’d be. I’d never had a baby, what did I know about taking care of a baby? How was I going to be able to raise a child, when I was just a naïve young woman? My head pounded with anxiety, but my heart was screaming at me to listen. It told me that no matter what mistakes I was bound to make, the love I had for my child would outweigh my ineptitude.

I can’t begin to count how many times throughout the years that I’ve been undecided about the choices I’ve had to make, and in the end decided to simply listen to what my heart was telling me. My head would be screaming, “No! Don’t do it!” And my heart would override my head.

Recently, my life has been ruled by my heart. For years I’ve been living and listening to my head. After a rocky marriage and riding an unending roller coaster ride, I decided to get off the ride and try to find some solid ground. There were a million and one reasons to stay on the ride, but only one to get off. And my head almost won with its logic and reason, but my heart spoke up for the first time in a long time. It told me that it was finally time to start thinking about what makes me happy and not what makes everyone else happy; that I had been putting everyone else’s needs before mine for so long that I had completely forgotten what I needed.

My head told me that it wasn’t going to be easy being on my own, but my heart chirped in again. “Easy isn’t always easy.”

The heart always knows.


love louder






Beyond Love

flowers ribbons butterflys


love doesn’t always come pre-packaged

it’s not always hearts, flowers and ribbons

it’s rarely happy, carefree or light as a butterfly


no energy


love can be a struggle

it can sap your energy

and make you wonder if it’s worth it at all




it can make you want to slam your head against the wall

test your boundaries

drive you crazy


baby dumbo

but when you finally hear the words

the light tender kiss

the arms wrapped tightly around you


loving eyes

when you see the depth of feeling

in the eyes of the person you love

the… “Thank you.”

That’s when you know God sent you this person for a reason.