“One minute you’re young and fun and the next you’re turning down the car stereo so you can see better.”
What the hell is a hyperlink?
It wasn’t too long ago that I said those exact words to my good friend Kim. She’s a lovely girl, so she didn’t laugh, well, in my presence anyway!
She’s much younger, so I’m sure that simple techie question had her wondering about my mental capabilities.
The good news; she was patient, and I mastered the hyperlink situation.
Welcome to my little corner of the world!
I don’t often lay on the lawn in a white dress laughing, but this day I did because of a stiff rum and coke before the photoshoot to calm my nerves.
I’m here to inspire, empower and entertain you :)
My life has been a bumpy one, but I’m determined to use my difficult life lessons to not only become the best version of myself but to empower you as well.
I don’t want you to feel alone, as I did most of my life.
I want you to get…
My alarm jolted me awake.
In a fog, I forced myself out of bed, swearing under my breath.
It was the third day this week I’d managed to hit the snooze button one too many times. It wasn’t like me to be late, but my new boss had me contemplating 1st-degree murder, which caused sleepless nights.
The inevitable stress at work had me dreading the day ahead as I hurried through my morning routine.
There wasn’t even enough time to start a pot of coffee. …
My title is pretty basic, but did you feel that tug on your heart when you thought it might apply to you?
I felt it before I fully understood the question.
What exactly does that mean — shrinking into places you’ve outgrown?
When I first heard that statement, my heart skipped a beat. Something about those simple words resonated deeply and my cheeks flushed in anticipation of understanding why.
I spend a lot of time in my head, so when my body reacts physically to words, music or concepts, I snap to attention. …
“Dogs have a way of finding the people who need them, and filling an emptiness they didn’t know they had.”
— Thom Jones
She was our dog, and we were her humans.
A teary Facetime call with my Mom confirmed that after fifteen years of faithful service to her family, it was Kenzie’s time to go.
June 7th, 2021, marks the day our sweet MacKenzie passed away.
As a special tribute, I’ve written this story to honour her devotion and the colossal impact she made in our lives. …
No way I’m getting online to date!
With my luck, I’ll end up in some guy's trunk along with a roll of duct tape, a rope and a shovel.
Divorced in my 50’s, I’d given up on happy endings…
Better to get a puppy for companionship and a dildo for whatever else!
My mindset at the end of my 22-year marriage was less than uplifting. I was known to say those exact words above to my well-meaning friends with no hope or desire to meet another man.
Call me cynical, but I didn’t believe in fairytales anymore.
My life lessons…
Ahh, you’re thinking, she’s giving up!
She hasn’t experienced success, so she slams the entire concept and justifies why she’s a failure.
But you’d be wrong.
I’m the same ambitious, focused girl with goals and aspirations out the yahoo! That’s part of the problem; I can’t turn it off!
Striving continuously for more is slowly sucking the life out of me. Worse is the constant worry occupying my precious time.
I’ve come to believe that success is overrated, even misunderstood. Hell, it can flat out ruin your life. So I’m wondering — should I stop trying? …
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Geez, what the hell is ninety going to feel like?
When I was in my twenties, I imagined myself at sixty slumped in a rocking chair knitting scarves while drooling mindlessly on my cat.
But hell, that’s not even close to reality as the big day approaches.
I feel like I’m finally at the top of my game!
Besides, there isn’t a rocking chair in sight; my Mom still needs to teach me how to knit, I don’t own a cat, and the only thing that makes me drool is an 8oz glass of Malbec, a grilled filet mignon, or…
My biggest source of stress — my ego-driven shit-ass boss — is now a distant memory. Gone are the days that some lame idiot, put in charge because of office politics, dictates my financial future.
This thought prevails as I breathe in the exceptional view of the Bay of Fundy from the deck, with a glass of Cab Sav at my fingertips.
The salty air is swirling around me, cooling my cheeks and soothing my busy mind as I anticipate the countless opportunities coming my way.
My laptop at my side, I bask in the gratitude I feel towards my…