Last winter I ordered some boots. They’re Blundstones and they’re so freaking comfortable. Comfortable, that is, when I can wear them. They’re pull-ons and great goo-ga-moo-ga – they’re hard as hell to get on. Once they’re cradling my feeties, I…
Who Am I? Why Am I Here?
The other night I was at this thing at my ladies club, a sort of mixer, and there was this ice-breaker game. This gist of it was this – upon entering, each attendee had a sticker placed on her…
R-E-S-P-E-C-T
The other day I was at the hardware store and I had to kneel down, take some deep breaths and slowly count to ten so that I could stop myself from choking someone with a 25-foot, heavy-duty, never-kink…
Ladies First
I am still riding the wave of the goodness of Rock Camp. That week generally leaves me feeling strong and comfortable in my gender. I smile when I see a female doing something radical or bold. I openly…
Dirty Politics
I make every effort to stay out of politics in these missives. I do this out of respect for you and for my heart. That doesn’t mean I am without feelings or perspective. It merely means I understand…
Dear Rock Camp…
Dear Rock Camp, As another year of volunteering at Rock Camp has come to a close, I am left reflecting on my experience. As this was my 4th year with this amazing group, I should be used…
Rock Camp – Day 5
Day 5. The last day. It takes so long to get here, and yet it gets here so fast. It’s the same every year, but I still seem to forget how it goes. After morning greeting duties…
Rock Camp – Day 3
Hump-day. It happens. Every year. The mid-way point of the week brings a lot of emotion. Some campers are still unsure what’s going on. Some are frustrated. Some are overwhelmed. Some are simply realizing there are only…
Here’s To The Ladies Who Lunch
I used to meet up with a few gals on a regular basis, for a girls’ lunch. It was always at the same time, on the same day, usually at the same place. It was easy for people…