Mae West We all have folks in our lives that inspire us and who we aspire to be like. It is always fascinating to hear famous people tell about those who inspired them. You don't hear as often from regular folks who inspires them. As one of those regular folks, I have a list of [...]
Author: Ms. C
So long outer pear…
Wednesday was the first time I wore pantyhose in a month and a half and I have to say, I had forgotten the joy of pantyhose in that short period. Beginning on Monday the days of pantyhose will once again be in full swing, so today seems like a good day to discuss what pantyhose [...]
I am woman, hear me roar…
Well, there it was. I was doing my obligatory facial preparation that is required prior to going out into the world (lest I scare someone horribly and be sued for the emotional distress I have caused) and I saw it there prominently displayed in all its glory. Right there in the middle of my eyebrow [...]
Abandoning my “ish”…
This past February I went to Ghana to work with their emergency management agency and one of their higher education institutions to begin planning for what will ultimately lead to the first emergency management degree program in the country. It was a phenomenal experience. I’ll share all the details another time though as today I [...]
Equality does not come in pink gingham…
OMG – I love Regan Johnson! Regan, daughter of my dear friend Barbara, is the adorable and powerful young woman who sent me the giant birthday card and who reminded me therein that her mother said, “When you are fifty you celebrate every day!” Well, I just got another card from Regan the other day [...]
Mr. Carol’s diabolical plan…
Before I even got married this last time, my friend Janna, who is as wickedly funny as a person comes, dubbed my husband-to-be - Mr. Carol. That was in part because I didn’t plan on changing my last name to my husband’s, but primarily because (according to the quite wise and mostly all-knowing Janna) “the [...]
Say it with me – “Yummmmm”
I would acknowledge that I am what you might call a "late bloomer". It has taken me many years to come into my own. That is part of why the new forty is so appealing. It is an opportunity to catch up with others who bloomed at the precisely right time. Still, even having finally [...]