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The small stone Buddha was meant for the garden, but it was cold and raining the day that I brought it home. Thinking I’d move it outside...

I put aside a work in progress, a manuscript that needs to settle before I can pick it up again. Such an action stirs in me other...

Once a week, give or take a day, I write a blog post. I try to keep my posts upbeat and sincere. But here’s a deeper truth: these days...

Today a couple of memories popped up on my Facebook page and I was surprised by what a touchstone they were. At this time in 2019, I had...

I would love to tell you that I’m so evolved that I never lament lost youth. But, I’m only human, and today this human is thinking way...

My message, work, and sense of purpose is about women. I advocate for women to live lives of opportunity and equality on a level playing...

Have you noticed that there’s a lot of talk about things returning to normal? What do we think normal is now? A major world event has...

The atoms of darkness break apart as light breathes itself into the day. I’m on the edge of myself, picking politics from my teeth,...

I’m on a rant this morning. I just spent several hours on line, playing the lottery. Praying to hit the right button at the right time...

This is my sixth day of quarantine and still no results from the COVID test. I remain fairly certain that what I have is a challenging...

I’ve been hungry for a lot of things in my life that had nothing to do with food and everything to do with the way I fed myself. It’s...

Strippers, Poets and Omar's Restaurant My writing journey has been both long and short. By long, I mean I wrote here and there while...

In the mid-1960’s in South Denver, a short distance from the apartment where my mother and I lived, was a hotel on Colorado Boulevard. I...

Jeter 2008 – 2020 We put our dog Jeter down today.  A cancer had snuck into his life and Dean and I vowed that we wouldn’t let him...

My neighbors’ friendliness is a soothing welcome. It staves off the loneliness of living in a world that is too fast and too...

My mom: Cleopha Marie Tylenda There aren’t a lot of photos of my mother as a little girl. Personal photography was not a common thing...

A little coffee to go with Coffee Table Wisdom Launching my podcast, Coffee Table Wisdom, reminds me of when I first launched a blog. ...

It seems to me that the universe is bound together by dancing molecules of love. I’ve had a couple of rough weeks.  Free floating...

While older women counsel young women to love their bodies, we often fail to have that conversation with ourselves. As a young woman I...

I was talking to a woman the other day who told me that she and all of her friends think that getting older sucks. Her mind set was the...