Strip away all the hoohah, the pink and the blue, the booties and the pacifiers, and what you’ve got is a world in which women are valued for what their ovaries do and their wombs produce.

What’s done is done, and I definitely will not be throwing out my first set of kids as if they were the cussed-up first waffles that didn’t form correctly and now I can cook up a batch that comes out better.

So it’s Mother’s Day this Sunday.  I know that because all of my magazines are full of Mom stories.  Mostly, they wax eloquent with a slight hiccough: “I love[d] my mom BUT.”  Jamie Lee Curtis …

Time really does move faster when you’re older….I just blinked and 2009 had passed me by before I realized it…and 2010 is already moving just as fast!

We never do leave home. Every house we’ve ever lived in has helped form us into who we are, has followed along with us every step of the way.

Regardless of the causes, I am dealing with an enormous loss, and the agony of watching him erase himself. It is the antithesis of creating. It is chaos as well as inertia.

Okay, gather ’round while I give you The Secret…

The walls of human understanding have various purposes, textures, designs. But their intent is often to keep something…safe from challenge and on-going discovery of the truth of inherent polarity.

It’s a love story between a father and his sons….It’s about family in all its messy glory when each member is valued as an individual. It’s about males without women but not in a way that demeans either gender.

Here she was — the latest in the string of middle-aged women laid off, retired, let go, fired, since the economy nose-dived last year.