The most nerve-wracking, adventurous and beautiful drive of my life occurred in the middle of what was supposed to be a relaxing afternoon. I had hours to get from Billings, MT to Powell, WY for a speaking gig at Northwest College. » Read more
Conventional femininity has never been my thing. My parents didn’t have the energy to curb my ruffian nature as a kid. After raising the six older siblings, they distilled their parenting down to a couple of basics: live by your own rules and to be true to yourself despite inevitable feedback. » Read more
Decades before leggings were regular attire, wearing lycra tights took courage and resilience. As a college alpine ski racer back in the 80s, dry land training made inner thigh chafe a daily focus. The Nordic skiers had been wearing lycra tights for years, but they were sweaty people who had to be naked to avoid hypothermia, so lycra tights were considered overdressing. » Read more
As an enemy of fashion, purchasing a formal dress requires effort and concentration for me. When I was a senior in college, I spent my hard-earned money on one fancy dress with hopes it could be worn to three upcoming black-tie events. » Read more
For years, my older siblings teased my dad about the time when his eleven-year-old kid and her rooster took over the family. I was persistent about my dream of owning chickens, and my dad had a weak spot for animals and a good deal. » Read more
Inspiring clothing items have the potential to ignite my day. My running sneakers, certain socks and even some of my underwear have so much pop of color that they help me dive into my days with extraordinary gusto. » Read more
Getting feedback on my outfits from my kids never goes that well, but I can’t seem to help myself. Luckily I have a strong ego, because any time I stretch a little outside my fashion range, they don’t hold back.
While my dress up bar is low, occasionally I bust out with a little razzle-dazzle. » Read more
A couple of months ago, I was out for a run and came upon a single, red bra cup on the side of the road near an old farm. It was just one sheeny B-cup fading in the sun on the side of my road. » Read more
It is hard to imagine what leads to a 46-year-old woman like me to be sitting in an extra-large adult diaper watching Patriots News. Fate is actually the thing that got me here. I am now convinced that the Universe aligns to bring such occasions into my life. » Read more
The New York Comedy Club was funky at the outset. A sign explained how they prided themselves on being a bit seedy. We followed a long, narrow pathway to the comedy zone with a theatrical feel and black brick walls. Here I was, plucky New Hampshire mom ready to roll with my story about the female condom. » Read more