I want to encourage women to embrace their own uniqueness. Because just like a rose is beautiful, so is a sunflower, so is a peony. I mean, all flowers are beautiful in their own way, and that’s like women too.  ~ Miranda Kerr   Body positive. Body negative. For women, body image is an extension…

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Come, come, whoever you are. Wanderer, worshipper, lover of living, it doesn’t matter. Ours is not a caravan of despair. Come, even if you have broken your vow a thousand times. Come, yet again, come, come. ~ Rumi   In my last blog post, To know sorrow, I wrote about the loss of dear friends.…

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My first blog, Many Rivers To Cross, started out as a travel blog and eventually morphed into a nature blog. I was so afraid of being online that I used mountain mama for my identity. Eventually I became more comfortable and open about who I am. What you see is what you get now, both online…

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Yes, I’ve been around the block a time or two, maybe three. I know what my self-talk patterns are really about. Cycles of despair. Neural ruts. They sound like this. I feel fat. I hate myself. If I eat, I’ll feel better. No, really. If I eat too much then I can obsess over my…

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  Turns out I have a love-hate relationship with my ovaries. I love that I was able to get pregnant and bring two amazing, smart and beautiful daughters into the world. There have been times, though, that I haven’t felt the hormonal love.   ***My heart goes out to those of you who have had fertility…

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It’s all relative.   According to the Encyclopedia Britannica, the average life span in ancient Rome and medieval Europe was between 20 and 30 years. Our life expectancy in 1900 was around 65. It has increased now 25 years in the last century. So, God willin’ and the creek don’t rise, we can make it to…

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I am 61 years old. Sometimes I squirm in my chair, feeling awkward in my changing body. I wonder if I’ve made valid decisions about life, work and children. I’ve made mistakes. I have a few regrets. I wonder how things might have been different.   Driving down the road, looking in the rear view…

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