Fear Conquering & Writing A Will

In the union of David and I, I am the less fearless. David has always been the adventurer – I am the homebody, the helicopter mom, the worrier. Selling the nest and heading out into the big, wide world, for me, was stepping outside the box. WAY out of the box.

My biggest concern was to have our affairs in order, in the event of my certain demise. It’s essential for me to be sure that the kids are not burdened when I go down in flames in a hang gliding / bungee jumping / snowboarding / street food eating episode… CONTINUE READING >>

In the union of David and I, I am the less fearless. David has always been the adventurer – I am the homebody, the helicopter mom, the worrier. Selling the nest and heading out into the big, wide world, for me, was stepping outside the box. WAY out of the box.

My biggest concern was to have our affairs in order, in the event of my certain demise. It’s essential for me to be sure that the kids are not burdened when I go down in flames in a hang gliding / bungee jumping / snowboarding / street food eating episode… CONTINUE READING >>

Attack of the 1000 Dollar Mammogram

Ten people. TEN.

This is how many people I dealt with while getting my annual mammogram. How did something so personal turn into an assembly line? As if getting my boobs pancaked and my skin yanked so tight that I felt it all the way up to my ears isn’t bad enough. I get to be treated like a cow in a roundup.

Before I go off on a complete diatribe, I want to be fair. I’m ALWAYS a wreck at mammogram time. My mother died of breast cancer. The final ten years of her life were hell as the cancer spread to her lymph nodes, her spine and her brain. I learned to administer shots. I watched as her brain fluid was removed from a shunt in her… CONTINUE READING >>

Ten people. TEN.

This is how many people I dealt with while getting my annual mammogram. How did something so personal turn into an assembly line? As if getting my boobs pancaked and my skin yanked so tight that I felt it all the way up to my ears isn’t bad enough. I get to be treated like a cow in a roundup.

Before I go off on a complete diatribe, I want to be fair. I’m ALWAYS a wreck at mammogram time. My mother died of breast cancer. The final ten years of her life were hell as the cancer spread to her lymph nodes, her spine and her brain. I learned to administer shots. I watched as her brain fluid was removed from a shunt in her… CONTINUE READING >>

Thanks for Joining us from Happiness After Loss!

Hello and thank you for joining us here!

We hope that our talk inspired you and that you are finding further inspiration through all of the speakers at the Happiness After Loss Summit.

In gratitude, we’re giving away an audiobook version of Going Gypsy: One Couple’s Adventure from Empty Nest to No Nest at All to three lucky guests at the Summit!

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Hello and thank you for joining us here!

We hope that our talk inspired you and that you are finding further inspiration through all of the speakers at the Happiness After Loss Summit.

In gratitude, we’re giving away an audiobook version of Going Gypsy: One Couple’s Adventure from Empty Nest to No Nest at All to three lucky guests at the Summit!

Click here to enter >>

C’mon Get Happy! Meet Me in Charleston!

Change is an unavoidable part of being a woman “of a certain age.” I’m not taking about THE Change – that’s another subject altogether.

I actually prefer the word transition. Change seems too vague, too out of our control, and sometimes too overwhelming.

Our transitions are what define us; how we handle life’s crazy twists and turns – and how we choose to come out on the other end.

I’ll be speaking in Charleston, South Carolina on October 3rd with two fascinating women, Sharon Becker and Jennet Robinson Alterman about grabbing life’s changes by the collar, showing them who’s boss, and turning our transitions into happiness… SEE MORE ABOUT THIS WONDERFUL EVENT >>

Change is an unavoidable part of being a woman “of a certain age.” I’m not taking about THE Change – that’s another subject altogether.

I actually prefer the word transition. Change seems too vague, too out of our control, and sometimes too overwhelming.

Our transitions are what define us; how we handle life’s crazy twists and turns – and how we choose to come out on the other end.

I’ll be speaking in Charleston, South Carolina on October 3rd with two fascinating women, Sharon Becker and Jennet Robinson Alterman about grabbing life’s changes by the collar, showing them who’s boss, and turning our transitions into happiness… SEE MORE ABOUT THIS WONDERFUL EVENT >>

Single & Over 50? Why the Heck Would You Live Alone? I’d be too…

I’m not gonna lie and pretend that I haven’t thought about what I would do if David kicked the bucket – we participate in way too many crazy, fear-conquering shenanigans so, yes, the notion has passed through my head.

I know I wouldn’t want to live alone if I were to become suddenly single.

I’d be lonely, wouldn’t be able to afford to travel as I’d want need to, and I’d certainly not want to do a reverse boomerang and move in with… CONTINUE READING >>

I’m not gonna lie and pretend that I haven’t thought about what I would do if David kicked the bucket – we participate in way too many crazy, fear-conquering shenanigans so, yes, the notion has passed through my head.

I know I wouldn’t want to live alone if I were to become suddenly single.

I’d be lonely, wouldn’t be able to afford to travel as I’d want need to, and I’d certainly not want to do a reverse boomerang and move in with… CONTINUE READING >>