Midlife Maven

Forever. Forever a nurturer, forever a mother. Even in high school I got referred to as mom sometimes.  Mom and Sir. Even at 16, had some of those mothering qualities.  It's how I love. And I try to come from love, it's an extension of my faith. My understanding of how we're supposed to strive to be. Our relationships with others, directly reflects our relationship with our Creator. I have a bumper sticker on my car, from Penzy's spices.  “Love people, cook them tasty food.”  Love it for what it says about making real food, and because I like that company and their message. Integrated living, like being mother-like. Today was Mother's Day. The worst Mother's Day in so many ways, yet weirdly OK.  Covid19 barely beginning to lift lock downs, made it so I did NOT get to go to Denver and see Chelsea and Corey for her first mother's day, my first Grandma title bearing (leaning towards Grammy- Sheila – music – Grammy) and my baby being 30 tomorrow. ...

Male Turkey are very much like most still-single over 50 human males, going through life with an avoidant attachment style as their coping mechanism from their disappointing childhood. The trauma of a divorce or three. Our screwed up generation. Avoiding danger, avoiding other mean male turkey that want to take them on.  Maybe they drank too much from the wine barrel.  Maybe they're just drunk on their own egos. Eagles are actually assholes.  They are scavengers.  I've actually seen the infamous Osprey get the fish stolen by the Eagle dance at Williams Lake north of Pagosa Springs. It was something else. While Benjamin Franklin didn't actually suggest the Turkey be our national bird, he did observe this in a letter to his daughter in 1784: "I am on this account not displeased that the figure is not known as an Eagle, but looks more like a Turkey. For the truth, the Turkey is in comparison a much more respectable bird, and withal a true original native of A...