Depression, Pain, and the New Normals

Depression, Pain, and the New Normals

I have been MIA for a long time now. You could say it is because I am lazy, which I am, but the much bigger issue is that I have depression. In what I used to consider my normal life, I could keep my depression under control by keeping myself busy, especially dancing or working in my garden. Small goals and small accomplishments would keep me going through tougher times. I kept moving and I was okay.   When I

Black Friday Sales and Deals

Black Friday Sales and Deals

I am not a big fan of Black Friday.  I don’t like crowds and shopping as a sport isn’t really my thing.  Plus, getting up early for fun makes no sense to me. Why would I want to waste a day off by getting out of bed one minute early than my bladder demands? The only Black Friday sales I go to are at the local game shop (which doesn’t open until 10 a.m.), and a nursery, which runs their

In Praise of the Dirty Weekend

In Praise of the Dirty Weekend

  I have been away from the blog for a bit, first taking care of some family stuff (teens live complicated, labor intensive lives) and then taking an anniversary trip. We’ve never had one of those before, and this was a pretty big occasion, so we saved up for something fancy.  Which is also something we haven’t really done before.  Our honeymoon wasn’t especially lavish, because we were broke students. That didn’t change until well after we had children. So

Tales of Sex and the Not-So-Single Girl

Tales of Sex and the Not-So-Single Girl

Stories about Sex My childhood was full of talk about sex. My mother, who had rebelled against the sexual silence of the 1950’s and ’60’s, kept few secrets. I heard lots of stories that, as a twelve-year-old, I really didn’t want to hear. Mostly about bad sex. These weren’t stories designed to frighten me. No one was trying to scare me into a “virtuous” life. These were just the stories of people who’s lives had been full of not-so-good and

Lube: a Crackpot Theory

I have a crackpot theory about lube, especially as it relates to menopause. Maybe you remember hearing about studies that suggest smiling can actually make you happy. Not just act happier, but actually feel happier.  There was a Welsh study that suggested that people who lost the ability to frown effectively (the study involved Botox injections) were happier than people who could make properly grumpy expressions. While not great news for those of us who pride ourselves on intimidating scowls,

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