Okay, that requires some explanation. I've had difficulty with my long, double-cowlick, curlyish hair most of my life. I'd been threatening to just have the stylist shave it all off for weeks. After some reading up on the state of the world, and really thinking about things I could do for myself and others, I … Continue reading I had my hair shorn as a reminder, & it was the smallest thing that happened today…
I have to admit, I am not a terribly patient person. I get focused on an idea I want to implement and I just get going as far as I can before I lose gas and stop for a while. I've been trying to take this ankle injury slow and let it heal, but there … Continue reading The Frustration of a Slower-Than-Expected Recovery…
My Copy: 9781594394942 (original cover image from amazon.com) This is a must-have for those who feel intensely vulnerable, and those who want to brush up on basic skills against the not-so-skilled in a fight. In desperation, someone will get dirty and just want to win. And some of them may prove too tough to inflict pain … Continue reading Fighting the Pain-Resistant Attacker: Step-By-Step Survival Techniques, by Loren W. Christensen
Simply speaking, the sports bra is a stretchy piece of fabric that fits over your head (or around your chest) and is supposed to hold the breasts during exercise. Okay, men, I'll give your eyes a moment to linger over that word... Exercise! Out of your system now?... Moving on. I admit, I find them … Continue reading My Preciousss… a Love/Hate Relationship With the Sports Bra
See previous post for more context...and rationalization. Well, I made it home safe, sound, and with more energy than I would've expected after being awake for 34 hours (from 7 am Monday to 5 pm Tuesday). I did, however, learn a few things from those websites that I wouldn't mind passing along. And yes, I … Continue reading Epilogue to “A 30-hour workday: or, I’m an Idiot.”
Pity that a gym visit should've been a priority, but wasn't. Beating the hell out of a punching bag could only improve my disposition, I thought. But I didn't go, because I knew I wasn't focused and would probably hurt someone--mostly myself.
The past few months online have been a revelation for me as a woman, because I've seen honest dialogue about women's issues begin and squeamishness start to pass. Guess it's time to throw my hat in the ring and go searching for the answers I need from women who work and live and think differently.