Your Face Yoga Is Killing Me!

Last year, I noticed my thighs had shrunk and wrinkled and my upper eyelids had begun to droop. WTH? I suspected it was from aging. When I learned swelling causes muscle atrophy, I hit the gym hard. It's been over three months since knee surgery. My quads have grown and my thighs are smooth. Woohoo!... Continue Reading →

Beauty and the Aging Beast

If we believe we are defined by who we are, then we can carry that knowledge with confidence and defy any kind of aging. Note to Self: Must sew up hole in pocket or start carrying confidence somewhere else. I’m proud to be over fifty and hope to have many more years of Riding Wild. I fought... Continue Reading →

The Boob Report – Sex and Yes! Sex!

Warning. This is an explicit post about sex, aging and surviving breast cancer for August McLaughlin’s Beauty of a Woman Blogfest, Girl Boner Edition. Do NOT read it out loud to your child while he or she sits on your lap. Image from Wikimedia Twenty years ago, I ran into Cybill Shepherd in the entrance... Continue Reading →

Scarred for Life

In the book The Hunger Games, the protagonist, Katniss, wakes up and finds all of her scars have been removed. My reaction surprised me. Parting with some of mine would be like losing old friends. I want to keep my scars. What? The other side of me relishes the thought of having perfect skin, especially as... Continue Reading →

Birthdays are for Celebrating!

Woohoo! It’s my birthday and I am celebrating another year of life. I know a lot of women my age bum out at the enormous amount of candles on their cake. They may rush to the plastic surgeon at the first sign of wrinkles, but I’m different. I look at wrinkles as a reminder of... Continue Reading →

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