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I am an average older woman who wished all her life to be heard, as well as seen. To be understood and not judged by attractiveness. To have men look into my eyes (and soul) and not stare at my cleavage.

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I am an average older woman who wished all her life to be heard, as well as seen. To be understood and not judged by attractiveness. To have men look into my eyes (and soul) and not stare at my cleavage.

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How honest should I be on my blog? I always wondered about that. I could answer, “I am fine”, which I am, but that’s only the tip of the iceberg, a facade because most of us have the same defense mechanism. “I am fine,” isn’t that the answer we mostly give, even when we are not?

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I do, and please don’t tell her, but she always reminded me of the little girl in Poltergeist. That movie scared everything out of me in the 80’s.

May is already here and now it’s officially spring. I hope your April was a good one. Mine – our – April was full of mixed emotions, just like the weather, with ups and downs.

The other night I watched him doze off in his chair. My husband looked tired – work had been crazy lately, and a lot had been going on in our private lives as well. My friend, my partner, my lover is getting old right beside me.

This is my first monthly review in 2024, and I am already running late. It seems I have been falling behind with everything and I am still playing catch-up. Too much has been going on. On January 7th, my doctor declared me ‘healthy’ again. After weeks of battling a cold that had lingered for weeks, I could finally stop the antibiotics and I restarted my low-dose chemo drug.

Imagine! A theater stage, lights dimmed, celebrity judges sitting in the front row, the audience behind them, all waiting for the first homeless person to appear.
“They are right up my alley,” I said, softly swinging from one side to the other in my chair. Shoulder rolling, half-closed eyes, and all the other things this kind of music makes me do. “They have the groove,” I said and my husband laughed.

The A/C’s are working overtime. In the Northern hemisphere, we sweat and wish for a spot on the beach. We wear flip flops, shorts, and tank tops. Freckles are in high bloom, the mosquitos begin to look obese, the grass could use some water and the garden starts to look wilted. Icecream low-carb, vegan and creamy deliciousness can be found in ever freezer, cold drinks are a must these days, and the kitchen gets a break when we grill and smoke outside. Yes, it is summer, just the way we like it.