How do you measure, measure a year? A friend of mine posed this question a few weeks ago. Where am I now versus a year ago? Wow, what a difference a year can make. A year ago, I was ending nine months of intense therapy and preparing myself to move forward without that particular safety net. I was terrified, but I learned that I can make positive choices with relationships, and that I can set boundaries. I was angry at The Husband for having surgery that would prevent me from doing the things I wanted... 

Rarely do I venture into MenstruationSpace on Zee Blog. Its just not one of those things that has not come across my radar, until today. I have been reading stories from women about when they first got their periods, and I’m a little shocked at how such an important event in a girl’s life was degraded, mocked or ignored. Granted, my own experience wasn’t exactly affirming. I started my period a few months before I turned 16. I came out of the bathroom, told my mom, and she took... 

I freaking love my SlackBerry. There is an exceptional amount of people with whom (who?) I have very strange parallel life occurrences. So, maybe that isn’t too strange, or maybe I am pretty ordinary (gasp!), but most of these people are from times past, and pretty much all of them have reentered my realm within the past two months. What is the planet that makes us live in the past, where is it and are there more reunions coming? Should I buy more beer? On another note, it would be awesome...