Saying goodbye to the Good Girl

Despite being seriously deprived of many, many movies when I was a kid, I grew up to be a huge Disney fan. I never saw Dumbo or Bambi or Snow White when I was a child, but thanks to my kids I saw *every* Disney movie that came down the pike, starting with The Little […]

Face-planting on the finish line.

It’s a very hard-won victory crawling over the finish line to Saturday this week. As I’ve shared before, my back is giving me a lot of grief trying to incorporate more activity into my routine. Whenever I add that third walk to the day, to reach my 30 minutes of activity and get ever nearer […]

The Story of My Mother – Patsy Ruth McCandless

Patsy McCandless was born Patsy Ruth McNamara in Tipton, Oklahoma on February 28, 1937. She was the youngest of four children to be born to George and Beatrice McNamara; eldest brother Houston (Mac,) and her two sisters, Anita and LaRue. Though her life began in Oklahoma, hard times, including her parents’ divorce and the untimely […]

Never underestimate the power of words.

Last November, when I declared 2015 was the Year of Transformation, I forgot one thing. Words have power, and I was begging the universe with my careless use of the word “transformation” to drag me right through the fire. And so it happened. 2015 will go down in history as one of the toughest on […]

So they tell me it’s bikini season.

So it’s now June and from what I understand, I need to double my efforts to get that smoking hot bikini bod ready for the beach. In fact, the issue even popped up on Fox News, where Andrea Tantaros had something to say about it. “At this time of year, anyone with a functioning brain […]

No More Mr. Nice Guy

Recently I started watching all five seasons of Queer As Folk in honor of Pride. It dawned on me that I identify with a new character each time I watch. In fact, QAF has come to represent my own personal growth in a bizarre way, considering I’m a straight woman. When I watched my first […]

I’m Not Sorry

A billion years ago in another lifetime, I used to work for someone we’ll call The Boss. Some who worked for her or with her might call her a dictator, or invoke, with liberal hyperbole, the name of Hitler, but to be fair The Boss never committed genocide. She just killed hopes, dreams, and often […]