Unintentionally Raising My Menopausal Blood Pressure

12:20 p.m., empty and hungry, I stood in front of the refrigerator blankly staring in, listening to the automatic ding, ding coming from the fridge—alerting that I was wasting precious energy. I stood there silently crying, trying to decide just what I wanted to eat, or if I should eat at all! I finally took out some leftover grilled flank steak, held the plate in my hands, thought a moment, and put it back. Then I took out a flat of eggs and held it in my hands; I thought another moment, and then put them back too....more

Hi Melanie, it is so very nice to hear from you again...as always! :)

I am not a real sugar ...more

On The Path To "Real Food"

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Really? I find this disturbing... Thoughts? Does your blog need a Talent Agency?

Maybe I don’t know everything? Maybe I don’t understand why something like this is necessary, May I just don’t get it... But I’m a blog lurker... and I don’t think this is what I am looking for as an end result... Thoughts? Do you need a talent agency? http://adage.com/article/agency-news/mommy-bloggers-talent-agency-sway-group/228270/...more

What’s Holding You Back?

When we think about the things we want to accomplish in our lives, there always seems to be a big ol’ “but” involved. “I want get a house, but my credit is too bad” or “I want to go back to school, but I don’t have time” or “I want to get that promotion, but I don’t have enough experience.” My goal is to change that “but” into “so”. And that “so” must be my action plan. Once I give myself an action, I will challenge myself do it. I want become free of my credit card debts, so I’m going to create a 12 month repayment plan....more

For Father's Day: A Museum of One's Own Redux

In honor of Father's Day, I offer one of my favorite blog posts, A Museum of One's Own: Love Letter to The Nelson.  I do so because my father is the heart of that post and because he is visiting the Nelson today courtesy of my brother who is visiting from California.  My son will accompany them, so three generations of my family will stride the halls of that magnificent museum.  The v...more

when it rains it pours....

From the day my husband, Marc, walked into his house for the first time, he was plagued by leaks.  By the time he met me, he was able to rectify some of them.  However, over the ten years we have been together, he has continued to do, as I call it, “LSI” – leak scene investigation.  Despite the fact that we have put on a new roof, used a million tubes of caulking, redid our balconies, and reinstalled the sliding glass doors, water continued to come into the house.  Each attempt decreased the water flow, but the damage continued.  As a last resort, we were advised th...more

The one car couple

My husband and I are now empty nesters. Woo hoo! We raised our glasses and toasted that both our children have jobs and paychecks. One just graduated from college and the other is halfway through. That is the good news. Here is the bad news. We have one vehicle. So you ask….Why did you give away your cars to your children? They have jobs, they can buy their own vehicles?! We decided, as a couple, that it would be easier, initially, for them to get on their way without any drama, to take the two cars and get to work....more

fire walking

fire walking There are two posts last year for May (pre-Moxie) and two posts for June on this blog. Only two. That period of time - from the day of Moxie's birth (May 7) ranging through July, sailing past August and well into September was an incredibly intense period for me. Intense on a level at which I think it quite literally changed my life. It was like walking through fire....more


That's how it was for me as well. When I was young, I felt out of sorts if I didn't go clubbing ...more

Catching fireflies

What a day. The sun’s shining, the birds are singing, the A380s are flying overhead (I live in the inner west) so I grabbed Crash* and threw a rug on the lawn and we surveyed our sparkling surrounds. In between eating grass my 8 month old soaked in the scenes. He’s been trapped indoors by rain for about a week and he couldn’t really contain his joy at finding there was a world outside his colourful rubber mat and the table he’s been systematically pulling himself up on and then falling off. ...more