Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful…

In just a few more hours, it will be a wonderful new year! How do I know that? Simple, I intend to make it that way.

Wonderful is a state of mind, just like being old: we can’t help but get older…but being old is about what’s going on between our ears. I just retired, having worked since I was 15. I’m both excited by all the possibilities ahead of me, and also a bit apprehensive.

What to do with my fear of the unknown??? Focus on my dreams, focus on what I will do to achieve them, and focus on everything that I am grateful for. An attitude of gratitude goes a long way toward making our lives wonderful!

Gratitude is the feeling I have for all of you. Thank you for reading and commenting all of the time. I wish you a happy, healthy, and sexy New Year.  Cheers!

XO Donna

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Three Wishes

Benvenuti's, Norman OK

Benvenuti’s, Norman OK

My first wish was to be in Lincoln, Nebraska visiting my dearest friend and her husband.

We drove up here to make that happen. On our way here we had a great road trip, stayed in a brand-new hotel, and had a delicious dinner in a sexy, little restaurant in Norman, OK.  Who knew, right?

It was some of the best Italian food I’ve tasted in a long time, and better than almost any I’ve had back home in our food-centric city. Sorry, Austin, but I’m spoiled when it comes to Italian food.

My second wish was to experience a white

Although the weather didn’t call for such a thing to happen, we woke up yesterday morning to a fresh blanket of snow covering everything, and it was still coming down. Holly and I drove to dance imageclass yesterday morning wondering if any of her students would show up. A few hardy souls did, and we had a delightful class.  As it turns out, by the time class was over there was more snow and it was both colder and more slippery.

So, we’ve been staying in; cooking, watching movies, playing Cards Against Humanity, and hanging around the fireplace sipping fine bourbon. If this is any indication of what retirement is going to be like – I’m so glad I’ve finally arrived!

XO Donna


Cookies and Cursive

I know it’s been a minute since  schools have taken learning to write in script, or cursive, off the curriculum. Bad idea. The thinking is that kids will all be using keyboards, but that’s not necessarily true.

Fast, legible handwriting is a technology that is universally available to all students. Learning to write in cursive engages the brain and improves development in the areas of language, thinking and memory. It stimulates synchronicity between the left and right hemispheres of our brain. This is absent when printing and typing.

Writing in script reinforces  both meaning and spelling when learning words. College students who wrote in cursive for the essay part of their SAT scored higher than those who printed.

New_American_CursiveComputers won’t teach children to know the difference between what’s  appropriate for a text, or tweet, or how a word is  spelled and used in the real world. Just look at the confusion around “they’re, their and there or you’re, your, and ur.”

And I’m talking about adults now.

A trendy article  lamented a whole year in third grade wasted learning to write in cursive, and the writer’s belief that he will never  need it again. I’m certain there will come a point when those who can write in cursive, and consequently read it, will have more advantages moving forward than those who cannot.

I love receiving a beautiful hand-written note and  I still love to write out holiday cards.  I believe that dispensing with these we lose our connection to others which is forged by the act of thinking about them and writing to them. Will a love-letter on a text-message have the same sensuality, urgency, promise?

We should help the children in our lives work on their cursive and penmanship.  It can be  something we share with them, including  special notebooks and colored pens just for their visits.  We can call it art or lettering. Rather than buying them “things” trying to bond with them, offer them the gift of ourselves, our knowledge and patience.

 

Accompanied by cookies (nut-free, wheat-free, dairy-free, and soy-free since we are all allergic to something these days) and milk (non-dairy; almond, rice, soy, or hemp) we can do this.

Cookies and cursive. Talkin’ about a revolution! Let’s use our guiding hands to teach them long-hand.

XO Donna

 

 


No Fear

I bought Elizabeth Gilbert’s new book, Big Magic, for my birthday last month because #1 – it’s by Liz Gilbert, and #2 – the subtitle fascinated me: Creative Living Beyond Fear.  Is the book just for creative types?  Not necessarily. It’s about living creatively, and her ideas can be successfully applied anywhere,  as I will show.

Our fear has a job to do – keep us alive – and our flight or flight response  is hard-wired into us. But when we don’t have dinosaurs or Zombies chasing us, it’s not helpful to have adrenaline and stress-hormones coursing through our bodies.

These days fear is present in our lives in lots of other ways: career change, divorce, death, retirement, major illnesses, (our own, or that of a loved one) caring for aging parents, imagesometimes caring for our grown kids.

Most of what we fear never comes to pass, and we spent all of that time and mental-space afraid. Ms. Gilbert said in her book, “The less I fight my fear, the less it fights back. If I can relax, fear relaxes too.”  I needed to keep this in mind.

I had another migraine at work last week. They’re tough when I’m working because during the electric-serpent-neon-light-show that accompanies mine, I can’t see well.
Well, to be honest, I can’t actually see at all.  Being candid led to a great conversation with a client about migraines, why/when we get them, and the idea that they could be tied to having “one foot on the gas, and one foot on the brakes.”

She asked, “Did you read Liz Gilbert’s new book?” I told her I had, and enjoyed it very much.  “Remember the part where she used the analogy of going on a road trip? The part about Fear can come along, and it can have a seat in the car, but it doesn’t have a vote,  it can’t touch the radio, and is absolutely forbidden to drive!”

I’m so glad she reminded me, and I thought about that while I sat in a darkened room waiting for the light-show to subside, and my client relaxed with a cup of coffee and a new magazine. I realized that we all have things going on that scare us.  We need to look at our fear, and see what it’s trying to tell us. We can thank it for doing it’s job a little too well.  We can acknowledge it. But we can’t let it run the show.

When I went back to my client Deanna, she asked, “How’s that migraine?”
I smiled as I replied, “Snake ain’t driving!”

Then we finished up her sexy blonde hair and got her ready for her “next phase” college graduation and career change.

XO Donna

 

 

 


The Sandwich Optimization

I’ve always heard that if you have something bad to say, you should sandwich it between two nice things. I’ll do just that today.
These two things that would make excellent holiday gifts for any woman on your list. You are on your own list, aren’t you?

GOOD THING –  For weeks I have been hearing about a book by Marie Kondo:
“the life-changing magic of tidying up – the Japanese art of decluttering and organizing. ”
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This little baby (the book is only a bit over 5″ X 7″)  packs a powerful punch, as it’s track record attests: #1 New York Times Best Seller with 3 million copies sold in America!

On page 2 of her book, Ms. Kondo states confidently, “A dramatic reorganization of the home causes correspondingly dramatic changes in lifestyle and perspective. It is life transforming.”  

If clutter, lack of  storage, or a full closet but nothing to wear are challenges you or someone you know faces, buy this book. Even after our big down-size seven months ago I’m ready to do this and be surrounded only by things I love that thrill me.

BAD THING – I felt like a kid on Christmas Eve when I found out that the fourth book of The Millennium Trilogy (The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo, The Girl Who Played with Fire, The Girl Who Kicked the Hornet’s Nest) had been released.

imageI knew there had been rumors of an unfinished book when Steig Larsson died. Being an avid fan, I ordered The Girl in the Spider’s Web and began reading it the moment it arrived on my doorstep.

I had not read any reviews (my bad) and I had assumed a lot of things. First, that the writer would be at least close to Mr. Larsson’s caliber. Second, they’d use the same translator. And third, someone who speaks English would have read the damned thing. I should have suspected something when all of the praise on the book jacket was for the other books.

The book is poorly written, and the sentence structure is awkward due to the poor translation. I tried to hang in there, really.  As far as I’m concerned, The Girl in the Spider’s Web should instead be The Girl in the Trashcan.

imageGOOD THING – For a small inspiring gift, give someone The#Truthbomb App for their phone. For a grander gift, order them the #Truthbomb Card Deck from www.daniellelaporte.com.
I love her daily messages, they’re always just what I need. As she says, “Just one sentence can change your mind, break open your heart, soothe your soul, or hit you like a #TRUTHBOMB.”

Now, how sexy is that!

 

XO Donna

 


Happy Turkey Day!

I hope you all had a wonderful Thanksgiving: I hope you had delicious food, delightful company, lots of laughter, and ended up with both a full belly and a full heart!

I got to watch  the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade, then had to get to work in the kitchen.

imageThe day was a beautiful blur, but I couldn’t Let it pass by without letting you know that I’m so very thankful for each and every one of you!

 

XO Donna

 


Pivot Point

Do you have a pivotal point in your history that set you on a course for the rest of your life? I do.

It was at a Thanksgiving dinner in 1963. I was with my family at my Aunt’s house. There were my parents and the four of us girls. There were five in my Aunt and Uncle’s family, and there was another couple whom I don’t remember.

Thirteen people all crammed into the living/dining room of a modern split-level ranch home. The kind of home where the sofa, chair seats,  and lamps had plastic slipcovers. A football game was on in the living room. The women were working in the kitchen. Since I was only 12, I wasn’t considered one of the adults yet, so I was not allowed in the kitchen. I was told instead to watch the babies….which really meant to keep them from falling down the stairs.

barcaloungerJPGI’d been at it for a while, when I heard my youngest cousin crying. I didn’t remember losing track of him, and hurried to find him. He had crawled into the living room and as I entered to fetch him, I saw that he was sitting right at the foot of my Uncle’s lounger and disturbing the football game with his bawling.

My uncle hadn’t seen me yet, and from his throne, with his feet up and a cold beer in his hand, he looked over the arm of his lounger, down at the distraught infant, and bellowed to my harried aunt, “Gloria! Come get this goddamned kid!”

I knew she was busy trying to get dinner on the table, and for the life of me, I couldn’t understand why he didn’t just reach down and pick the baby up.
My aunt dropped everything, hustled into the living room, and apologizing profusely, she snatched the baby up and took him down the hall to change his soggy diaper.

In that instant I understood everything about their lives and their relationship. Standing there frozen in place, mouth hanging open in disbelief, I decided conclusively, “I will never live like this!”
And “this” encompassed a lot. It included not having more than one child. Living in the suburbs. Being in servitude to someone else. Never having to deal with an angry, beer-guzzling man. Or ever having a lounge chair.

So while everyone else is celebrating Thanksgiving as the traditional blessing of the harvest, I’m celebrating the blessing of that wake-up call so many years ago. I’ve stayed true to all of those decisions, and I am grateful for the way my life turned out. I’m especially grateful for all of the family, friends, and friends-who-have-become-family, that I’ve been blessed with.

May you all have a delightful Thanksgiving with your loved ones!

XO Donna

 


Imagine that. . .

For years I have studied the laws of attraction. But, for the last few months I have been working daily to clarify what I want in my life now, how I want to live, and what it would feel like. I spend time each day imagining it.

keepdiscoveringuI also seek inspiration each morning, these days by watching an Abraham-Hicks video on YouTube. If you want to know about the laws of attraction, look no further.

It turns out that it’s this simple:
CLARITY & IMAGINATION.
Clarity = knowing exactly what you want. Imagination = picturing yourself already having it. Don’t worry about the how,  focus only on the having.

“But, how do I know exactly what I want?” Great question.
The short answer: I’ll bet you know exactly what you don’t want, and that’s a great place to start!
Since I was clear about what I didn’t want any more, I made a list of it. Using that, I made another list of what I would rather have instead.
Then I narrowed that down to a couple of “biggies” that were very specific.

I  imagine what I want every morning and evening, and think about how I will feel when I have these in my life. (NOTE: it’s not about the thing per se – the car, the house, the corner office, the bags of cash. . . it’s about how we will feel.) 

imaginationImagine what you want, and how you will feel when you have it,  for a few minutes each day – with your coffee in the morning, or before bed at night. When you say your prayers, or before you meditate. When you look out at nature’s beauty, or when you’re sitting still, stuck in traffic.

You can imagine  feeling healthy and vibrant. Imagine a joyful, fun-filled, family life. Or extended family, or band of friends that act as family. Imagine feeling prosperous and secure. Imagine loving your job. How about the feeling you’ll have after accomplishing something you’ve worked hard for?

Imagine that, and see what begins to happen.

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Now, with all of that said and done, I’m imagining myself drinking a Dirty Martini with blue-cheese stuffed olives. My sister Terry’s favorite!

 

 

XO Donna

 

 


Say Cheese!

image“Just beat it, beat it, no one wants to be defeated.”  That’s what was running through my head as I stood, wooden spoon in hand. The directions said that the four packs of cream cheese and the sugar needed to be beaten until “light and smooth.”

Having never made a cheesecake with a wooden spoon before, I’m daunted by the task. Afraid I’m not up to it. But if everyone for the last 1,723 years (before electric mixers) has done this by hand, then so can I!

I think…

imageMy beloved cheesescake is believed to have originated in Ancient Greece, the first recipes and ingredients were recorded as early as 230 A.D.  It was introduced to Great Britain and Western Europe around 1,000 A.D. by the conquering Romans. Then the recipe spread throughout England, Scandinavia, and Northwestern Europe.

A 1545 cookbook which included accounts of domestic life and cookery during Tudor days has a recipe for a “tarte of chese.” About that same time, Neufchâtel cheese was “officially born” in the ledgers of the Saint-Amen Abbey of Rouen, in Neufchâtel-en-Bray, France.

So I’m humming “beat it” as I attack the two pounds of Neufchâtel in the bowl. My sister called and we chatted on speaker-phone as I kept stirring. “I’m so sorry you have to make your own birthday cake.”  “Cheesecake,”  I corrected her, and then told her it wasn’t for me. “You’re doing all of that work for someone else???”  Well, now that she put it that way….

It’s for our aesthetician at work, she has been reminding me of how much she’d love one of my cheesecakes for her birthday. She said she’d share, so everyone gets to have some. There are six of us Scorpios with birthdays within 9 days of each other!

imageAnd this NY-style cheesecake is just like a Scorpio – rich, complex, sexy, and absolutely wonderful! And I should know, I’ve enjoyed the company of many in my life…both Scorpios and cheesecakes.

Happy Birthday Dear Scorpios!

XO Donna


I’ve got this!

imageI bought a long, black, crocheted tank-dress to wear as a cover-up with my bikinis when we go on vacation.

This is actually the second one I’ve bought – the first was for my sister, Andee, when she went to the Dominican Republic for her anniversary a year, or so, ago. She told me she loved it, that it fit well, and she felt like a model in it…of course, she’s 5’11” tall.

Mine arrived, and I was excited until I tried it on and it was  dragged along the ground like the train on a very long, black, wedding dress. Something that Elvira or Morticia would adore.  Then I realized why.  I’m only 5’4″ and these are cut for someone 6 inches taller. Darn!
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I decided to hem it. Why not? Save myself $25 and a long drive to the only tailor I trust. I am sure it will be easy, since I have leftover magic tape from Ikea. It is a mesh tape, like a spider web that fuses fabric together when heat (your iron) is applied. I’ve got this!

Easy-peasy: cut 4″ off of the hem, fold it up to where I need it, place the tape between the fabric,  pin it, fire up the iron. imageMercifully, at the last minute I thought to put a cotton napkin over the fabric so I wouldn’t  melt the nylon-blend of the dress!

Voila! Except the tape melted through the holes in the crochet, and had melted all over our Teflon coated iron, the linen napkin, and the newish ironing board cover. And the dress was fusing to both the napkin and the ironing board cover!

My dreams of  sashaying poolside in my sexy cover-up were about to go down in flames…

I won’t bore you with the details  (unless you need to know, and I can walk you through it, call me) but, believe it or not,  I was able to salvage the whole situation. The dress is now the right length, and looks as good as I’d hoped.

Now to get packed, and perfect my sashay by Saturday!

XO  Donna