• This is a Day of Mourning

    My favorite month of the year ended yesterday, and I’m kinda sad. I love, love, LOVE October – always have, always will. If you’re a regular reader, you know fall is my favorite season, a time when I experience a sort of energy overdrive. You also know I’ve created a nickname for this time of…

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  • I Am My Mother’s Daughter

    Happy Birthday, Mom. The Vivian turns 79 today, and I’m fairly certain she’ll party like it’s 1959. To this day, my social life is nowhere near as active as hers, and I doubt it ever will be (but I’m working on it). As long as I can remember, she bowled twice a week with one…

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  • Let's Just Kill All the Fat Folks

    Seriously. They’re just a blight on the landscape of life, literally embodying all that is wrong with these United States of America.  At least, that was the gist of Marie Claire blogger Maura Kelly’s Monday-morning rant. She writes the “A Year of Living Flirtatiously” blog for the magazine, and in Monday’s entry, let us all…

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  • Maybe the Way to a Woman’s Heart is Through Her Hair

    In certain barbershops around the country, black men are getting targeted messages of health along with their haircuts. I’ve been reading about these developments for a couple of years now, but haven’t heard of a similar trend among black women and beauty salons. The men are getting high blood pressure tests and health screenings along…

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  • Dawn of the Dead

    Finally made it back to the gym, and took a rather complicated route to get there. My son had to be at work at 6 a.m., so I rolled out of bed at 5 a.m., even though my alarm was set for 5:15. I’d gone to bed around 10:30 p.m., but was awake from about…

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  • Striking a Balance Between Work and Working Out

    Y’all, please pray for my stressed out soul. It’s 6:23 a.m., and I am so tired I could have easily slept another four hours. I’m not feeling well, either. A little nausea, a lot of seasonal allergy/asthma symptoms. I woke up Saturday morning with swollen, froggy eyelids, and about two hours later I was calling…

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  • Why Are We Killing Ourselves?

    This is a question to which I can’t seem to find a logical answer. I’ve got the “how” pretty much all figured out, because doctors and health officials from the U.S. Attorney General on down keep lobbing statistical grenades at us every chance they get. Here’s a sampling of the latest: ·         Up to 1…

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  • Day 4 and Still Losing the Sleep Battle

    Definitely heading back to the gym next week. Looks like I’ll be able to fit it into my schedule just fine, especially in the morning. Looks like it’s simply a matter of allowing myself enough time to get there, workout, and dress for work while there. The only problem lies in whether or not I…

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  • Time is Not on My Side

    My book arrived today, and in the interim, I’ve identified at least three other people who also would benefit from The New Codependency.  Not sure when I can get around to opening it up, though. Because I’m now a workaday woman, personal reading time is at a premium. Lunchtime is it, I suppose, but I’ve…

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  • Tomorrow, I Shall Wear Purple

    Or lavender, because I’m pretty sure I have a lavender sweater buried in my closet. For the past few days we’ve had record-setting heat trying to ruin my October bliss, but tomorrow the high is supposed to only hit 69 or 70 degrees. That’s outside. Inside my new workplace, maybe 50. Maybe. That was a…

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