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Wild Abandon
I dance to the Nancy Sinatra record in the living room of my aunt’s house. I have no clue what this song is about, but I love it! My cousin Barbie and I stomp around the room, me in my cowboy boots. She laughs as we sing and stomp. I spin circles in the space between the chair and the brown couch until I fall over. When the record stops, Barbie starts it again. And I stomp. And dance with wild abandon. These boots are made for walkin’ And that’s just what they’ll do One of these days, these boots are gonna walk all over you Ya I like the…
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Uncommon Romance
I love romantic books and movies — I am the Hey Get A Room girl after all. My husband has offered romantic gestures, even grand ones, in the traditional ways: flowers, expensive dinners, candlelight, and candy. Those things are lovely. I enjoy them immensely. But other men have offered me many of those same gestures. (Obviously, before The One came along.) Those should be part of the repertoire if you’re doing dating right. But men and women who want to earn their Advanced Certification in Romance? Keep doing that stuff. And add those things that show that you get them. Know them. Appreciate their uniqueness. I call it Uncommon Romance.…
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Like a Bowling Ball
Did you know that race cars are like bowling balls? Yeah, me neither. At least not until my race car driver husband explained it to me one day early on in our race career. I trusted him on that, and well, it turned out OK. Trusting one’s life partner is just as important as counting on one’s racing partner. Getting married triggers significant shifts in your world. Now, instead of being the sole master of your universe, you’re sharing that space with your soul mate. The two of you must learn how to navigate life as a team and figure out ways to make strong decisions together. And when time…
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Not Dead Yet
This is the beginning of my last year in my 50s. One look in the mirror tells me I’m not 18 anymore, but there are better ways to measure our lives. I’m gonna make this opportunity count. I’m not dead yet. Every decade has had its share of trials, but not without a side of JOY. This one is no exception. This is the decade I took pride down to the mat. I’ve always described myself as a perfectionist. I told myself and others that I didn’t want to do something unless I could “do it with excellence.” You know what they say about humble brag…actually is that a thing…
