7/1/19 If I could just….

If I could just

Get my hair under control

I’m certain that my

Day would be controllable too.

If I could just

Keep my home

Martha Stewart Clean

I would feel at peace.

If I could just

Keep my heart, mind & soul


I would be fun to be around.

If I could just

keep my feelings


I could live a fuller life.

If I could just

Accept myself everyday

For what & who I am

My mindset would be redirected to something creative.


6/27/19 Turtle Treks 🐢

Tis a note

Of appreciation

For the turtle movers

Who share the roads of life.

Each year

In my little place

Upon this planet

I am lucky

To interact with turtles

Who are on their

Treks to who knows.

I truly look forward

To seeing the shelled creatures

On their way in the middle

Of my way, home.

If possible (and it always is)

I will stop to assist

The turtle to anywhere else

Rather than the back roads

Of my home town.

Sadly I haven’t saved them

All from the crushing

Blows of tires on vehicles

Going too fast or careless.

But I know that I at least

Helped my few

For a day or two

To be off the roads

Footloose and fancy free.

I will always wonder

Where they really

Are headed

Yet I simply set them in the grass

In the direction their shells

Are pointing.

So to the turtles in my

Speck of the world

Know that I look out for you

Each season because I care.

I just hope I’m helping

I’d hate to make

your journey longer

So keep coming back

Each year

And I will honor your

Trek on the roads of life.


6/27/19: The Isle of Women

Once upon a time, long ago and far away there is an Isle of Women. It has been said in old folklore that when women were menstrating, with child (illegitimate), Adulteresses, and women whom having had met their maximum usage -via age and ability; were all sent away from their Village to live amongst themselves on the Isle of Women for the remainder of their years on Earth (except for the menstrating young women).

The women usually left their homes with just the clothing on their backs and food that they carried.

Of course this cloaked migration of women usually included the one’s with sage wisdom and especially those who were childless and going through what we now call “Menopause”.

Being barren was a huge deal back then so the fact that they lived long enough to be sent away on their final relocation is quite astounding.

By them being gone, it gave the local men of the tribes/ villages a chance to procreate with the younger females and continue their legacy.

Basically, few women lived long enough for men to find useful in such harsh conditions. True love was seldom a factor of couples. Most were betrothed.

The new village of older women would usually have an abundance of medicines created out of necessity and become mistakenly referenced as witches. The young women who finished their menses would return to their villages with fantastic stories seldom shared with the men and a new knowledge of wonder which proved helpful in midwifery.

Thank gooodness we don’t do that anymore! Alas, I do feel a cloak is needed for myself now though, I have been diagnosed, by a well respected doctor in the field of Endocrinology, with Menopause. *SHOCK! GASP! AWE!

I got a lab slip but no ticket to the “Isle of Women”. What am I going to do now? Just live as I was, prior to yesterday? Is that possible?

I’ve read that women have been able to use P.M.S. and Menopause as defense strategies within our current court system. The hormonal upheaval can and apparently has caused all sorts of problems for men to understand and learn to cope with. Which in turn causes the women in their lives to kill, maim, or hurt them.

It’s crazy!

I’m frustrated. I know that Menopause is not the end of the universe anymore. I also know that the age range is right. But jeez does it have to be now? My husband admitted that he’s “not loving the idea” either. Who wants to live with someone with these symptoms?

Whole body: fatigue, hot flashes, night sweats, osteoporosis, or sweating

Sleep: early awakening or insomnia

Also: anxiety, dry skin, irritability, moodiness, reduced sex drive.

Just to name a few.

Where is my island?


6/22/19. Home Parties

Pamper Chef


Thirty one

And Mary Kay

Even if you don’t know one

You know another

But you don’t know why

You suddenly need something new

Amongst the party and fun.

Oh sure you already have it

But it’s old or not the same shade

It is so much better

Because of its brand name

These parties are for the go-getters

Oh yes I get sucked in too

How many cookie stones

Book bags, lip glosses etc

Am I to use?

“Who do I make

My check out to?

Is that after tax?

Oh wow! Okay.

It’s for a good cause, you say?”

To be invited to so many

Parties makes you wonder

Am I that much of a sucker?

To not be invited is curious too.

Aren’t we friends?

If not me, then who?


I now have two pancake batter shakers,

A laptop zip around,

Foundation, blush and brushes

Enough to last for years and abound.

Acceptance, Attitude, Awkward, Brat, Captain Obvious, cats, Cleanliness, Coffee, Control, Crap!, Cups, Daily, Empty, Habits, Humor, Idiosyncrasy, Kitten, Learning, lid, Life, Love, Me, Mess, My bad!, Pets, Play nice, Quirk, Sneaky, Spill, Tradition!, Warmth, Wow

6-14-19 Coffee & Cats (a humorous look at my mornings).

Coffee and cats

Who is to say

How these cats know

What’s in my cup each day.

But they do

Or at least they must

Because when my cup is set down,

It’s secret is a bust.

I keep my cup covered

To help in case of a spill

That is inevitable

With a swipe and a grin.

I swear my cats grin

When they swipe at my cup

The dogs wait under the edge

Of the table looking up

I think that they

are in cahoots

The cats swipe

The dogs lick

Nothing is sacred

From the juice they pick.

So I actually got a sign

From my husband

That says

“Do not leave food unsupervised!”

Because of the cats

My cups of coffee

And the puddle that lies

(On the floor.)


Yesterday -Just One Of Many Lately

6/12/19 Yesterday

Yesterday was quite the adventure for me. I had an appointment downstate with a doctor and it was set for 3:15 pm.

It didn’t matter whatever else got done, as long as I could get to my doctor appointment on time. With a two hour drive to get there, and my disdain for early mornings. I knew the window of wiggle room was between nine am and eleven am. Lunch was it’s own “must have” somewhere within this day.

So off we went! South again! We stopped in two towns for little “pop-in’s” before the rest of the drive became a blur of blacktop and trees. (I spy…. vertical log. Tree! Okay, your turn).

First, Oscoda! Need sustenance. McDonalds will do.

Second. Tawas. I like a certain flavor of Jelly Belly and The Village Chocolatier carries the individual flavors for some jelly beans that I wanted.

Next, Standish. I had the pleasure of meeting the Shopper and self described “fluffer” of stuff for the Forward Corporation in Standish. She was super nice. I tried convincing her to buy my book to carry at her gas stations. Then I found out she’s part of the fourth generation of that corporation and does more than just “fluff”. We’re still looking into adding my book to their inventory.

Next stop, The Electric Chair tattoo and body piercings in Bay City. Naturally Charlotte was with us and it was too hot to keep her in the car, we all went inside.

For a bunch of burly, stereotypical men and women, one little pooch can sure make a difference in the atmosphere. She was quite the star. Anyway, I got a new piece of jewelry and we were on our way.

Starbucks. Enough said.

If you don’t know me, Starbucks is my kryptonite. If you do know me, venti caramel macchiato.


My appointment.


It’s time to go home, but now I’m hot, and uncomfortable. It’s muggy and 80°+ and the windows in the car do little to block the sun.

I’d guess 75% of folks would be comfortable in that scenario. But not my body! No way! I know this because I had a bit of a “spell” by four pm.

I hate to sweat, but I was sweating. I hate to feel out of sorts, but there was no semblance to what my twitching, head bobbing, speech slurring and overall “out of it” countenance was doing.

Maybe I had done too much.

Maybe I hadn’t had the right kind of fuel.

Maybe it was just too humid.

Maybe it was because it was a Tuesday, in June. I don’t know.

I just don’t know. This is what makes traveling or planning anything almost impossible. My body is so random at what it will cooperate for that I hate making plans, or leaving my lair for any length of time.

It’s been twelve hours and I feel like a whole other body or person now. But I’m at home in my air conditioning, next to my husband, in bed.

I just don’t know what else I can do to find the place in my life that will let me feel normal again. I’m discouraged, disappointed and hurt. I’m not living right now.