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Losing My Mind — Literally

Losing My Mind — Literally

Did you ever read the story "Flowers for Algernon"? (It was also a movie called Charly.) Here's the story: Charly is an adult man with an IQ of 68, but after receiving an experimental surgery, his intelligence doubles. Algernon was the mouse upon whom the surgery was first successfully ...
Why Do I Keep Getting This Stuff?

Why Do I Keep Getting This Stuff?

Hello, my name is Dixie, and I’m a shopaholic. (Hi, Dixie.)  I’m not your credit card debt, hoards bags and bags from TJ Maxx kind of shopper. I’m more in the keep-getting-stuff-I-already-have category. For example, I have a lot of Isabel Marant black t-shirts. Like, over a dozen a lot. But I ...
I Feel Fat

I Feel Fat

Last week I opened up about my broken brain. I keeping with my pledge to make a new confession each week, this post deals with something about which I am very ashamed. I'm fat. I don't like my body anymore. I don't feel okay with my weight gain. I don't feel comfortable in my own skin. I ...
My Brain Is Broke

My Brain Is Broke

Maybe folks will look at this headline and think, “Big whoop” or less charitably, "Duh." Actually, as a relentless over-sharer, my adding another confession to my list of not-so-secret-secrets will most likely have folks saying, “Please, stop.” What makes this not-so-secret secret different ...
Crush Your Goals with a Mastermind Group

Crush Your Goals with a Mastermind Group

There are lots of great women who have goals their busy lives keep them from pursuing. They want to work on that novel, get started on that business, lose weight, or just get sh*t done. (I am one of them, and I bet you are too.) I decided to start a “mastermind group”, a supportive space ...

Swearing is Healing (And If You Don’t Like It…)

The word "fuck "makes me feel good. I love to say it, wear it, think it. I am a fan of all its permutations: fuck, fucking, and fucker. I like fucked -- as in with I am not to be. (I love good grammar too.) I don't mean I like the word in its sexual connotation (though that's fine too). I ...
Blood is Thicker Than Daughter

Blood is Thicker Than Daughter

You take it for granted. Knowing where you came from, how you came to be in the world, where you got that laugh or why your legs are so hairy. Maybe it doesn’t seem like a big deal, but for me and lots of other adoptees, not knowing who and where you came from is a phantom limb that aches. You ...
Start Your Own Podcast: A Practical How-To Guide

Start Your Own Podcast: A Practical How-To Guide

As someone who helps people and businesses identify, develop and promote their brands, increasingly I’ve been suggesting getting into the still relatively “blue ocean” of podcasting. (“Red oceans” are those bloody with intense competition.) IF you have something to say, IF you can truly ...
Self-Esteem, FU!

Self-Esteem, FU!

I hate the term self-esteem. Words are important, and the term is too vague, and frankly, a little creepy. I say this as someone often accused of having low self-esteem, though I’ve never agreed. I’ve always felt it was right there in the middle, the one that Goldilocks would have chosen. I ...
What I Learned Going to High School…in Vintage Nightgowns

What I Learned Going to High School…in Vintage Nightgowns

I went to high school in nightgowns.  Not just any nightgowns – fifty-years-old nightgowns. See, the “Love Boat” refugee and “Charlie’s Angels” wannabe looks that were so popular with the rest of the student body left me cold.  They lacked charm, they lacked panache, they lacked ...
Want Romance? Dig Ditches, Buy Underwear

Want Romance? Dig Ditches, Buy Underwear

It’s not often that Philosophy, fancy lingerie, and mass transit collude to bring about romance. But they, and a cast including Monty Python, Martin Luther King, God, and an urbane jewel thief, at least once brought together two wildly mismatched souls.  It all started, as things ...

How I Met My Brother

(I wrote this way back in 2014, before I met more siblings and biological relatives. The whole story is here.) What if one day you got an email out of the blue from someone claiming to be your sister? What would you do? I was 50 when I met my brother. It was a month or so after I met my ...

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