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Issue#22 (April, 2010)

Every Woman Should Have..

A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ... enough money within her control to move out and rent a place of her own, even if she never wants to or needs to... A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ... something perfect to wear if the   date of her dreams wants to see her in an hour... A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ….a youth she's content to leave behind.... A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE .. a past juicy enough that she's looking forward to retelling it in her old age....

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Issue#17 (October, 2009)

LACE CURTAINS

Anne Armand   Through tattered panels Swirls and embroidered zinnia Overlay pine bows   Sunlight filtered through Linen mesh

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Issue#13 (June, 2009)

The Invisible Woman

I’m no different than other women. Every morning I look in the mirror to judge what’s there, and one recent morning I saw it. An obvious, very visible, lack of something.  Clearly, I needed a  new lipstick.
 
I headed straight for the upscale makeup counter in the upscale mall. There they were, a bazillion lipsticks, propped up and showcased like fresh tulips. Three sales clerks were in attendance. Great, I thought. I’ll just choose one of these and be on my way.
 
Hah! Not before I got a lesson in what it means to be a woman of a certain age.
 
There was only one other customer, but all three available clerks scurried around her like Disney mice. I hadn’t seen that staff-to-customer ratio since my last cruise. 

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Issue#12 (May, 2009)

CAGE versus SAGE at THIS AGE!

Responding to the self-employment articles in our February issue, Susan Adams sent in this poem about her experience in moving from the corporate world into her own consulting practice.

 

CAGE versus SAGE at THIS AGE!

 

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Issue#10 (March, 2009)

TURNING 50

Racing there with frantic shock

And digging heels to slow the clock.

Packing all the travel in

Before the limbs grind, weak and thin

And terrified of gravity.

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Issue#8 (January, 2009)

The Edge

How wide is the edge of the world? The horizon is not real. We make it up as we go along. All these years I’ve been doing this stutter step because I was afraid of going over the edge, and there is none.

The first time I read Whitman, I thought I was falling over the edge of something. I wanted to run around the room and yell, but I kept my place in my chair. I lived in a big house, on a military base where officers’ wives made as little original noise as possible without withering away in their nicely decorated living rooms. So I sat there very quietly, even though I wanted to scream with excitement.  ( more...)