Have I Graduated to “Old”? How About You?

It’s not just the scary jowly stuff going on at my jawline reflected in the the beautician’s mirror as I sit having my haircut. Nor is it the weird things my skin is doing at the bending places. Nope, not me catching myself from spouting “That’s noise” when accosted by an unfamiliar modern tune. Not the suppressed flinch when some clerk at the store asks “Are you retired?”; the handsome waiter calling me ‘ma’am’, the senior menu qualification growing ever nearer (reading glasses required to see the small print where the age is disclosed).

It’s a discomfort, a sense of alienation, a discomfort with and in the world that I’ve never felt before. I’ve never been one to spout such platitudes as

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“Oh these kids today (rolling eyes)”, or “They don’t make stuff like they used to”, etc., but dang, if those thoughts don’t come to mind on occasion.

When I watch an entire awards show and recognize only a handful of recipients and performers, when a simple freeway drive is no longer pleasant because of the aggressive, thoughtless drivers that seem to actively make the drive unpleasant by treating my very existence as a nuance in favor of haste, when left wondering if I suffer from early onset dementia because I can’t type in the correct password without opening a lengthy spreadsheet of passwords for one of dozens of financial or social account (that are only available online), when the only time I get a glimpse of my neighbors is for ten seconds as they are in their car backing out of their driveway using  their auto-controlled garage door, open-shut, when I have to hide from the sun because it might (and has) led to cancer, when the oldies channels on the radio play stuff I don’t know because I was busy raising kids when it was popular, when the beloved members of the greatest generation dwindle by the day, exiting the world stage at a time when we could sure use their sturdy tenacity and courage—that is when I feel old.

I love the Asian and native American cultures for many reasons. Their respect for mother earth, their plant based health promoting diets, their ancient respectful relationship with their home. What is most precious in these cultures and seems to be pushed aside with every passing year by a culture that is non-stop youth and energy, is the veneration and interest in the elderly. When I think what amazing life-altering wisdom is ignored because of our cultural bias, it makes me cry.

That ‘invisible’ senior you wiz by on the street as she struggles with her walker, has a life story to feel that could change your world.

When I was searching for volunteer work to enrich my time, I purposely looked for ways I could interact with and serve the elderly. The stories of lives lived in the first half of the twentieth century during times that challenged the very continuance of mankind are the stuff of more than wisdom passed on. They are the very lifeblood of our humanity.

In a time before electronics people interacted face to face, raised their families without the competition of incessant input from said e-gadgets, people lived a more personal, for lack of a better word, life. Flesh to flesh, face to face, heart to heart, we are united with those around us by a bond that dates back to our very roots. The need for personal interaction echoes in our genes.

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Click by click, flicker by flicker we gain a breadth of knowledge about places and people around the world we may never have met. Personal? No. Enriching? Perhaps. Do I miss the ‘old days’? Gosh yes.

Those folks of yore have either gone to their reward or moved a continent or two away for the allure of a job—chasing, ever chasing that elusive dream of greener grass. We are an isolated people and it sometimes makes me melancholy –or maybe I am just  “Old”.

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What Were You Doing at Twenty-two?

I was training to do what society told me I should.

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image by C London

Yes, there was a time when the majority of women who worked outside the home, and they were few, worked as nurses, teachers or secretaries. Mine was the first generation to reap the positives, and yes negatives, of the womens movement.

The post-libber mentality put enormous pressure on young women to be gainfully employed. If you wanted to be a homemaker and/or mom, you were considered by many to be somehow substandard, unmotivated or simple. Now in the wake of this revolution that has still not managed to garner more than seventy cents on the dollar for women, the vast majority of women HAVE to work to make ends meet. Homes, food, rents and life’s necessities have skyrocketed in cost, far outpacing one income to supply.

I can hear you gals who make enormous sacrifices to stay at home with small kids thinking, “I did it.” Hold your head high for being that coupon using, scrimping, DIYer that manages to stay at home. You deserve every kudo imaginable. What you do not deserve is the inability to be at home without being forced to live like a church mouse.

‘Nuf said.

At twenty two I was in teacher training. Having earned a bachelors degree, I was student teaching at two separate, one inner city, elementary school environments to fill state requirements for an unpaid internship situation. At twenty two I had no idea where my life passion lay, so I did what society still rewarded as a nobel career.

I hated it.

Loved the children. Hated just about everything else from dealing with ‘standards’ set by law makers who hadn’t set foot in an elementary classroom since they were eleven. Dealing with required hours of extra work unrelated to my own classroom. Dealing with parents whose expectations and dreams for their children were sky high and consequently suffered the five stages of grief if their little one could not meet those expectations. Yes, I was a kindergarten teacher in an affluent multi-cultural neighborhood.

My student teaching experience taught me that I was not culturally or emotionally suited to serve low income children from the vast variety of cultures and language backgrounds present in a modern day metropolis.

Was I ‘good’ at it? You bet. Chosen as a mentor teacher in my second year, I received many at-a-girls from administrators and parents alike. I was for all intents and purposes, the ideal teacher.

But I hated it.

I was burnt out long before I actually changed course. Did I allow my burn out to effect the students? Never. I took the brunt of the consequences of working at a job not meant for me. My own kids would probably tell you I snapped at them too often, but I still made sure they had themed birthday parties, homemade Halloween costumes and a home cooked meal that we all sat down to every night together.

At twenty two I could not foresee the sacrifice required of myself on the throne of expectations. I was doing what I thought was right.

Dear young adults — please don’t expect to know what you want to do at twenty two. But don’t let that stop you from preparing for your passion. You can’t find what makes your heart sing if you don’t search for it, unless you are one of those blessed few who know their heart from knee high to the proverbial grasshopper. Try out as many jobs in as many industries and places as you can. Go into each with open eyes, mind and heart. Don’t be disappointed if after a whole hearted experience, you find that job to not suit you. And don’t settle. You have learned. You have grown. You have moved forward toward that day when you will find yourself engrossed in a job without awareness or care for the clock. Fill that bench made just for you…

“Pleasure in the job puts perfection in the work.”

Keep at it until…

“Work is more fun than fun.”
― Noël Coward

Best  to you and FOR you


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Z for Zante/ Zakynthos

 for Zante – One of the Gems of the Ionian Sea

The ancient Greek poet Homer mentioned Zakynthos or ‘Zante’ in the Iliad and the Odyssey. Today it is a tourist destination with crystal turquoise water and long sandy beaches, especially beloved by dreary- weather weary Brits.

Zante is the first established independent democracy in Greece with its Lake Keri providing invaluable tar to preserve ship planking. Venetian rule protected Zakynthos from the Ottoman domination, but in its place was a feudal oligarchy that lasted until the end of the Venetian Republic in 1791.

The treaty of Campoformio dismanteling the Venetian Republic awarded Zakynthoa to France. Captured briefly by Russian-Turkish fleet, it returned to French rule and then conquered by Britain in 1809 and remained part of the United States of the Ionian Islands until it became a full member of the Greek state in attempt to stabilize the rule of the newly crowned George I.

Zante refused to turn over their 275 Jewish residents during WWII, hiding them in rural villages. All survived the war.

Only three buildings were left standing after the 7.3 quake of August 1953, leading to a huge effort to expand and repave infrastructure roads as well as constructing buildings on a swimming slab and enforced with steel, determined by the government to ensure safety.

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Twenty five miles long by twelve miles wide, Zakynthos has the shape of an arrow. The western half is mountainous, the eastern half densly populated fertile plain with long sandy beaches. Principle products are olive oil, currants and citrus fruit. The Bay of Laganas is prime nesting site for loggerhead sea turtles, the females laying her eggs in the sand each June.

Base jumpers favour the sheer white cliff of the cove at Navagio Beach. “Blue Caves” are cut into the cliffs around Cape Skinari; sunrays reflecting through turquoise blue water off the white stones of cave bottoms, creating the amazing blue lighting effect. A wide range of marine life attracts scuba divers from around the world.

The island has a long musical history and is the location fo the first school of music established in Greece, taking part in the first modern Olympics held in 1896.

Zante is third in size of the Ionian Islands, verdant green and home of author of the Greek National Anthem. When the ferry arrives, you may just feel you are arriving in Venice. The bells of St Dennis Cathedral , the picturesque main town and a serpentine road leading to the Venetian Fortress has been described as breathtaking.

The summer warmth, azure sea, endless swimming opportunities, amazing food and tourist-focused people make the Ionian isles a wonderful holiday location.



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“Y” for Yes, It’s Okay to Say No


Sometimes I think I’m raving mad.

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“Sure, I’ll pick you up at the airport.” (When I am presently serving luncheon to my grandmother thirty miles south)

“Two dozen cookies for the church bake sale? Okay.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t want you to miss out on a weekend away. I’ll watch Lucky.”

Sound like someone you know?

None of these examples of kindness is intrinsically bad, but when they come into focus under the lens of your own wellbeing, so much of what we agree to does carries a much higher price tag than at first glance.

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If doing a favor for your neighbor, your husband, your school or church means adding significant points to your blood pressure, drives you to road rage, bubbles up inside you until you find yourself yelling at your children; the price tag is too high.

So many people come to rely on the ‘good guy’ who can always be counted on for last minute inconvenience –at the helper’s expense. The old adage “you have to lie down to be walked on.” is too often true.

People-pleasers “want everyone around them to be happy and they will do whatever is asked of them to” keep it that way, according to Susan Newman, Ph.D, a New Jersey-based social psychologist.

How do you break the pleasing-all habit? Court your self preservation angel. Whenever someone asks you for a favor, remind yourself that you can not be everything and everywhere. You always have the choice to decline. Kindly, firmly and without apology or guilt.

Remind yourself of your priorities and boundaries. Start small by limiting your volunteerism in favor of your own needs. How do you do this? Ask yourself what is most important to you. Remember it is perfectly okay to tell the favor-asker that you need some time to think about their request. That gives you the time to consider your priorities. Stalling also allows you the chance to consider if you are being manipulated precisely because of your helpful nature.

You are allowed to set time for yourself and the people you want to help most. So even if you have to set a mantra in your head–something as simple as a virtual sign with big red letters N-O. –your emotional and physical health will be well worth it. If you use empathy in your assertive decline, you will not only make the asker feel validated and heard, you will build their respect for your personal boundaries.

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Don’t allow yourself to be a serial apologist or excuse giver. Both these people pleasing proclivities allow the asker to work on changing your mind through guilt and counter excuse. You certainly never need to apologize for having your own needs, wants and priorities. You are entitled to your time, rest and rejuvenate to be there for the people you want to help out. Saying no is an opportunity to spend your time doing what you value in your life.

Consider who you really want to help. Is doing ‘pressing’ paperwork for your sister really more important than being there to emotionally support your sick friend battling cancer?

Don’t be afraid of the perceived consequence of saying no. Most people will be too busy thinking who they can ask next to help them to give your decline any more than a passing thought. People really do not think about you as much as you think they do. They are worrying about their own concerns.

Take small steps toward ‘No is the new Yes’ and you will find yourself growing not only in the confidence it takes to decline, and mean it, but in the joy of the newfound time you have to care for the only person you can control, the only person you can keep healthy and sound—YOU!

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X for “X’s” for Eyes or What Eulogy Would You Aspire to Have at Your Funeral?

 for “X’s” for Eyes…

What would you want said at your eulogy?

“This is a tough-y”, I said. but I recommend it as an exercise in self knowledge and introspect, before your story ends.

*Deep breath*

Chris, known to those who followed her writing by Christine, was to the casual observer a complicated woman. But I suspect that to her, she was quite simple: All she ever really wanted was to be loved, accepted and to make a difference.

Couldn’t we say that about most of us? In her case, the lack of worthiness to accept that she was good enough stemmed from her roots in a family that went through there days in a very chilly, organized Germanic way. Never demonstrative, her parents loved through ‘suggestion’– Her mother coming across as critical, her dad with sky high expectations. That was their definition of love.

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“Don’t blame your parents”, I can hear her saying. “My brother Dave did that and he never lived his own life. He lived trying to be the anti-mom and dad–to be anything but like mom and dad.” Heart breaking foolishness.

Chris took on the role of the one to smooth over problems and hurts. Intuitive to a fault, her empathy for others steered her away from violence and man inflicted pain in all its forms. They twisted her gut and warped her mind, so she simply did not allow herself to be subject to gratuitous negativity.

Conversely , even the small stuff was beautiful to her. It wasn’t surprising that she was eventually drawn to writing. The soul of a writer notices the small stuff so that the people who read her words can relate and thus be drawn into the big ideas woven in the fabric of a great story. It also allowed her to be present in those small things — amplified living.

“She was beautiful, not with the plasticity of youth, but with the beauty of a woman who’d lived, loved, suffered and survived.” This was the theme in so many of her stories. It tugged at her heartstrings knowing society spent so much energy on youth and beauty when the real essence of life lay in the minds of those who’d experienced it with the depth and breadth of time.

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image by C London

She told me once that writing was a lot like society. The really good stuff lay dormant in the piles of celebrity crap and violent darkness so prevalent in the thousands of books released every month. The viral, popular for the moment stuff. “Who ever grew reading that?”

All she ever wanted was a champion. Someone or a handful of someones who knew what she knew – love is what will save the world from itself. If those champions could take the baton, one to the other, and run with it on social media and in real life — with their friends and colleagues, perhaps a new fire would burn in enough hearts to take that message of love viral.

But Chris would never beg. She refused to ask strangers and online friends to root for her, or vote for her in contests contrived as popularity contests rather then true reflections of stories you’d really want to read. And so her work remained in those shadows of those with more drive to toot their horns or pay there way to the top or trip over something ‘popular’ to propel them into the spotlight of cultural conscience.

“That’s alright,” she’d say. “My work is out there and for that I am blessed. It has the potential for eyes yet unborn to discover. For the power of patience and love to seep into their hearts and change them for the good.”

So I’d say that is her legacy. Words imbedded in the digital consciousness do not die. As long as man is here, they will be there. No burning of the Alexandria Library can touch electronic worldwide presence.

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She leaves three great kids to carry on in their own personal ways with passions that are yet to be completely revealed. Chris had no doubts they have the stuff of greatness even if that greatness upholds and inspires but one heart. In that they are already successful because they filled her heart for a lifetime.

So we commit one soul today to the ages. “Well done, good and faithful servant” was all she ever hoped could be said of her life. If anyone ever deserved that praise, Chris did because she tried and gave every day. She truly was always Christine In Progress. To what more can we aspire?


What is one thing you’d like most to be said about you?


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“W” is for the WISDOM of Mr Spock

 is for Wisdom—

The Wisdom Of the original Star Trek series Mr Spock needs little commentary.

Leonard Nimoy as Spock 1967.jpg    “I have noted that the healthy release of emotion is frequently very unhealthy for those closest to you”

“Evil does seek to maintain power by suppressing the truth” 

“In the strict scientific sense, Doctor, we all feed on death, even vegetarians”

“Humans smile with so little provocation”

“After a time, you may find that having is not so pleasing a thing, after all, as wanting”

“I have never understood the female capacity to avoid a direct answer to any question”

“It is curious how often you humans manage to obtain that which you do not want”

“Insufficient facts always invite danger”                       Leonard Nimoy Spock 1967.jpg

“Interesting. You Earth people glorify organized violence for 40 centuries, but you imprison those who employ it privately”

“The needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few”

“If there are self-made purgatories, then we all have to live in them.”

“Humans do have an amazing capacity for believing what they choose – and excluding that which is painful.” – Spock

Spock and parents 1968.jpg     The glory of creation is in its infinite diversity. And the ways our differences combine, to create meaning and beauty. – Spock

“Without followers, evil cannot spread.” — Spock

“Once you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth.” — Spock

 I object to intellect without discipline; I object to power without constructive purpose. – Spock

 “Computers make excellent and efficient servants, but I have no wish to serve under them.” 

“Change is the essential process of all existence.”                       Star Trek Spock.jpg

ANd Mr Spock’s heart–actor Leonard Nimoy–his final post:

A life is like a garden. Perfect moments can be had, but not preserved, except in memory. LLAP (Live Long And Prosper)

Which is your favorite and why? DO you have others?


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“V” for Vindictive

 for vindictive: ‘disposed or inclined to revenge.’

Seems now we even glamorize this lose-lose human trait. With a television show titled and focusing on revenge as well as thirty two states still having the death penalty , the human tendency toward an eye for an eye still looms strong.

Every time a worker acts in a retributive manner toward another employee, every little boy who kicks his friend for perceived injustice, every husband who rants at his wife because of jealousy or other frustrations, every country who bombs a neighbor to get even for past wrongs—all play at the dangerous game of revenge. Being vindictive is not only ugly, it is all around destructive. Lose, lose, lose.

Seek understanding, choose forgiveness and there is hope of win, win, win.

Gandhi succeeded in mobilizing the Indian people both spiritually and politically as he became the revolutionary innovator of militant non-violence. India became the motherland of large-scale civil disobedience, not through what many would agree to have been rightful revenge against the occupying British and their violent enforcement of subjugation, but through the same radical idea great men over the millennium have touted: non-violent love.

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“An eye for an eye only ends up making the whole world blind.” – Mahatma Gandhi

“There are many causes I would die for. There is not a single cause I would kill for.”
― Mahatma Gandhi

“Nonviolence is a weapon of the strong.”
― Mahatma GandhiThe Words of Gandhi

“Liberty and democracy become unholy when their hands are dyed red with innocent blood.”
― Mahatma Gandhi

“At the center of non-violence stands the principle of love.”
― Martin Luther King Jr.

“Christ furnished the spirit and motivation while Gandhi furnished the method.”
― Martin Luther King Jr.

“Violence is not only impractical but immoral.”
― Martin Luther King Jr.

“You have learnt how it was said: ‘Eye for eye and tooth for tooth.’ But I say to you, Offer the wicked man no resistance. If anyone strikes you on the right cheek, turn the other also; if a man takes you to law and would have your tunic, let him have your cloak as well. And if anyone orders you to go one mile, go two miles with him.” – Mt. 5.38-41

“Be compassionate as your Father is compassionate. Do not judge, and you will not be judged; do not condemn, and you will not be condemned; grant pardon, and you will be pardoned.” – Lk 6.27

There is no logic in death as a penalty for death. It is vindictive revenge. It does not bring the dead back to life. It generates more suffering where there is already great suffering. We seem to forget that any deadly crime has many victims on both sides of the knife or gun.

Ah, but revenge and the vindictive do not serve logic. They are a burning cauldron of anger and fear.

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They are made of the same stuff as murder. Murder by any name results in ending lives, even if it is under the umbrella of ‘justice’. Not unlike the illogic of suicide: a permanent solution to a temporary problem. There is no logic in it.

It takes great courage to love. It takes great courage to forgive, not for the sake of the perpetrator, but so the offended can move on.

Is there justice in taking another woman’s child from her because her child killed? Once the murderer is gone, it is only those left behind who agonize and grieve. Dying is too easy for the lethal criminal. The murderer is forever silenced by death with no chance to grieve his crime and punishment, no chance to truly ‘pay’ through years of thought about what he did. Is it not also an unjust burden, an unearned penalty on the family and loved ones of the murderer—just as the original murder was unjust to the murdered’s family?

And so it goes–revenge, retribution, an eye for an eye, blood feud, meeting evil with evil, generations on end. Darkness creates more darkness. Exponential tragedy.

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“U” for Urban Gardening

Last year, after going to my local Farmers Market, I decided it would be fun and healthy to begin a raised bed garden in my backyard. Up until then, my yard was landscaped with drought tolerant succulents and plants. Those plants remain; a great way to appease the drought and still provide beauty.

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images by C. London

There was a bare spot up against my back wall as well as some ground cover on the side of my house where a raised bed planter(s) could find a welcome home. My local library held a free workshop about building a raised bed garden from a kit–composite boards that look like wood, a bottom liner and “L” brackets holding the corners. Upon further consideration, I decided to go with cinder blocks. Heavy—yes. Sturdy? Definitely. With the added benefit of openings in each brick that could house insect pest repelling flowers as well as butterfly attracting ones—and more.

With the help of the muscular descendants of Californian Gods, I got the ‘frame’/ border set up. Bags and bags of pea gravel on the bottom for drainage, garden soil depth to nurse new fragile roots, a slow-soaker irrigation hose and voila—

Last year’s produce was heavy on tomatoes and zucchini–two hard-to-kill contenders for a beginning garden. Sweet corn was kinda sad and short. Perhaps not enough Miracle Grow/manure and/or depth for corn stalk roots. Though I had two amazing sunflowers that soared high above the rest.


This season I have been harvesting bags and bags of cool weather New Zealand spinach and curly Kale. Super foods, both. One of the cinder block ‘nests’ holds basil, another mint, another garlic chives. Cilantro bolted quickly to seed, but was yummy on Mexican food while it lasted. Celery loves the ‘nests’ too.

DSCN4040Last year’s strawberry plants have sent runners/plants and they are happily producing the first red and juicy of the season. Petunias dance happily in the breeze–occupants of until-now empty cinderblock ‘nests’.

Even though it is going to take a few years to recoup the cost of the materials to build and fill the raised bed gardens, there will be years and years of produce to look forward to. My rotatable compost barrel is receptacle to our family plant-based leftovers and peelings–a promise to nurture future bounty.

Miss Kiki likes to help...

Miss Kiki likes to help…



What experience do you have with veggie gardening? What’s your favorite harvest?


Lemon grass (on the left) makes delicious tea



Look at that baby artichoke!

Look at that baby artichoke!

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“T” for Tan: The Big Lie

  is for Tan…

Picture healthy twenty somethings on the  seaside sand—playing a rousing game of beach volleyball. Girls in string bikinis, guys in board shorts. Their bronzed bodies glisten in the warm sunshine, every muscle defined as they rush to save the volleyball from touching the sand. Laugher and fun. Good times.

In the evening they attend campfire-on-the-beach parties, skin glowing from long hours in a carefree sun.

Look at this beautiful young woman…

For years, Glenna Kohl pursued a bronzed glow — by 22, she was battling the most lethal form of skin cancer.

I am not generally into shock to get your attention, but in the case of life and death—some people need to be shocked. When I was a twenty something, baby oil was the only thing anyone wore or knew to slather on when out in the sun. Even then our protective ozone layer was thinning—even though we did not realize it. Now the lack of natural protection from the harmful spectrums of the sun’s rays can be, and way to often IS lethal.

Those of you who follow my blog/facebook know that I went through and continue to be shocked by my diagnosis and ongoing treatment for multiple melanomas. Found early, it was excised during a rather long surgery and lengthy painful recovery. I continue to visit the dermatologist every three months and have had a further two surgeries to remove other suspicious pre-melanoma spots. I am at high risk—for life

I was that teenaged girl on the beach, doused in baby oil. But ‘only’ for a few short months during high school summer break. I have never since been a sun worshiper. College and adult life disallowed such foolishness. Too busy. I remained covered up and pale through my adult life—most of it lived in Northern California where beach volleyball nets are few.

No melanoma had ever touched my family. We are people of northern Europen dissent, which increases our risk of developing skin cancer, but even those of African dissent get it. Australia suffers from a downright epidemic of melanoma. You want to see shocking anti tanning commercials—watch TV in Australia.

How stunning actresses such as Julianne Moore are. Her flawless porcelain skin has a natural beauty that never begs a tan. You, my dear readers, are every bit as lovely wearing the skin colour mother nature gave you the day you were born. Cherish it. Protect it.

You don’t ever want to live through days, weeks, months of wondering if you will live or die because you suffered from the cultural delusion that ‘tan’ is the only sexy color or that YOU don’t need sunscreen or protective clothing because you ‘tan naturally’ or have been blessed with darker skin tone. YOU, my lovely, are at risk just by living in 2015.

Please be careful and love the way you were made….your glorious shade of you.


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“S” for Sand in My Suit: Worst Places to Make Whoopie


 for sand…making whoopie

And I don’t mean Whoopie Goldberg 😉


A High Def WideScreen fly in shot—as the photographic drone touches the treetops and out across the sand, a couple, ala From Here to Eternity, come into view. As their bodies entangle in the receding waves, the shot widens to the golden setting sun, leaving to imagination what is culminating on the beach….

Sunset beach couple

How romantic.


Imagine submerging your chaffed bottom into your hotel tub–wishing you had your hand-held shower sprayer from home, to get what amounts to mushy sand paper out of your nether regions. How romantic is that? If you have ever been tempted to make love on the beach, you know all to well….

How about on a romantic hillside high on a gorgeous purple haze mountain? Hmmm…snorkeling along a brilliant tropical reef, crystal clear waters just off Oahu? (Talk about nibbling’ fish.) In a snow hotel, Scandinavian midnight sun hung low in the sky?

Where have you chosen to become amorous–that you wish you hadn’t?

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