Who do you dress for?

Who do you dress for?

My husband once asked me, “Who do you dress for, PJ?” The question startled me. Not because it came from a man, let alone my happily-married one who happens to be my longtime beau, but because I’d never considered it. On reflection, I knew I dressed...
Life as a Miracle: Sunday Safari 1991

Life as a Miracle: Sunday Safari 1991

For two dozen years, Soroptimists, an international service organization for women, consumed my spare time. Most often it was a good thing, a boon to my life. Because I was in solo private practice, and did not earn my speech-language pathology degree in this state, I...
A Book of Imaginary Friends

A Book of Imaginary Friends

I never had imaginary friends as child. Did you? If not, read this to understand: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Imaginary_friend But I read and read and read. My family lived in small communities, sparsely populated and countrified. My psychologist friends tell me...
The reward for good work

The reward for good work

In my 30s I learned a life lesson: The reward for good work is more work. The thought that followed like Mary’s little lamb was equally pertinent to quality of life: If the reward for good work is more work, then I will go into private practice because I will...
Busy Vees

Busy Vees

My husband and I enjoy meeting people. I’ve often been called a social butterfly, and he’s one, too. In proper male terms, of course. Honest interest in others is infectious; it gains us many acquaintances and friends. In any conversation’s opening...