All these changes confound the young mind. Most of the time the kids don’t realize what is going on. Not so with us adults.

I saw the phrase “save the ta-tas” on a bumper sticker on the back of a car about a year ago and I fell in love. I thought it was great marketing, and everyone knows what it means, thanks to the accompanying pink ribbon.

For some reason, I feel like I have to be social during the summer. Take advantage of the warm weather and the sunshine. Like it’s a crime to be inside on a beautiful summer day.

It’s hard and already, I miss her lots. But today’s post isn’t about loss; it’s about lessons. Although my sister was two years younger than me, most folks thought she was the oldest. That’s because of her presence.

As much as I am always talking about being true to myself and getting cured of the disease to please, I have to admit that I occasionally find myself having momentary lapses.

A couple of weeks ago, I was in Target doing my weekly thing up and down the aisles, when a young black female, in her late teens, early 20s, brushed past me in the shoe section.

I had a post all planned for today. Just couldn’t write it last night.

You worked hard to get where you are. Time to sit back and enjoy the fruits of your labor. Let someone else worry about the climb. You have earned the right to rest on your laurels.

Summer is just around the corner. Cook outs, vacations, trips to the beach, cooling off in a darkened theater. Having fun and hanging with your peeps is the name of the game. At least, that’s the case for most of us.

I’ve been terribly remiss in my self-care lately. I’ve got lots of excuses for it, but it simply boils down to the fact that I always put myself last.