Category Archives: Menopause

The Ladies Room Door Art Series: Part Thirty-one

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From Jan, Goombay’s Grille and Raw Bar in Kill Devil Hills, North Carolina. Below, the ladies room door a miniature golf course on the Outer Banks. These doors make me crave the warm beach days of summer.

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And also from Jan, the Badlands Saloon and Grille in Wall, South Dakota.

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I found this door at Jason’s Deli in Durham, North Carolina

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Daughter Laura and husband Matt found these doors on their babymoon in Bermuda.

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From Karen, Ropewalk Restaurant in Ocean City, Maryland.

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From Ken, Thaiphoon Restaurant in Crystal City, Virginia.

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From Carol, Daddy Joe’s in Gaffney, South Carolina.

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From Ken, who dined at Paisano’s on 1604, an Italian restaurant in San Antonio.

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Another from Jan, Michael’s Seafood Restaurant in Carolina Beach.

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From Carol, the door at Tumbleweed Restaurant, a Tex Mex grill in Chillicothe, Ohio.

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And that wraps up another in our Ladies Room Door Art Series! Thank you, one and all.

My PeriCoach!

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PeriCoach, an innovative product created to help women master the art of the kegel. Kegels are pelvic floor exercises that can help with urinary incontinence as well as sexual response.

A few months ago, the folks at PeriCoach were kind enough to send me one to try out! The instruction manual is well done. The set-up directions are simple and easy to follow.

You download the app and charge up the PeriCoach device. Then you sync it to the phone and follow the start up wizard to calibrate to your ability. You’re ready to go! I started at beginner:

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As you squeeze, you can see your progress. It’s so cool. Watching how you’re doing on the screen, makes you want to work all the harder. A great way to challenge yourself. This is a screen shot of one of my early attempts. As you do the kegel, your goal is to get the dot up to 100 percent.

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Next you are given time to relax. You keep relaxing until prompted to squeeze again. You do this eight times. It’s so much fun it feels like a game.
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After your session, you can see your results. I wasn’t real impressed with my first set (below). That sparked my competitive spirit. I can promise you, my results are lots better now.

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There are three levels to the PeriCoach. I’m moving into Level Two, although in some ways Level One seems like plenty of strengthening. I definitely feel my pelvic floor is improving, and I look forward to continued progress!

To learn more about PeriCoach, check out their website here.  Don’t miss their blog, which has plenty of information for menopausal women on the pelvic floor, urinary issues, exercise, and other topics.

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Chocolate Lady and Valentine’s Body Love

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The title of this painting is “Chocolate.” Up close and personal, the paint that forms this wispy woman looks like dripped chocolate.

And that gets me thinking about bodies and Valentine’s Day. What a perfect day to celebrate your body. Stretch out. Marvel at your own being.

Thank the feet that take you up the stairs to kiss a child goodnight or down the steps that lead to the surf.

The arms that welcomes someone to your home or carry supper to a sick friend.

Thank the nerves that relish the hot bath or shower or the hot embrace…

The taste buds that say, “Yes! Chocolate.”

The mind that can list a thousand loves, from people to animals to songs to hobbies to heirlooms to causes to everything else you adore in this mighty world.

Happy Valentine’s Day!

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The Painting: I found the painting in a gallery and took the photo with permission, but the photo I took of the artist’s name is blurred. Try as I might, I can’t read it. Lesson learned in not rushing my photos. The painting is acrylic on canvas and is four feet long.

Art Class: My friend Gail and I are taking a painting class. Ready to tackle nudes, Gail? (More to come about art class!)

My Suitcase and the Screaming Sixties

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A post by writer Doreen Frick:

Cleaning out boxes last month netted me some old memories: stashed away photos from my childhood. Me in short bangs and sun suits. Mom pregnant, again trying to hide the whole thing from the camera with a big birthday cake or baby still in diapers. The stuff of my youth.

But what I was really looking for, the one thing I really miss from back then and don’t know what happened to, was my old luggage. The mod orange and black and green fabric with a wildness that screamed a fun trip was coming. The zipper on the side pocket angled just right for candy, gum, pens, diaries.

And then I remembered my sturdy pink train case with mirror and frilly elastic to hold my special beauty products, (like a brush), a case so perfect that when the push button popped it open, the soft insides smelled like talcum and lady-like things.

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Armed with my baseball card and comic book collection, my patent leather Sunday shoes, and my trusty Keds, there was nothing I couldn’t squeeze into those two travel cases. Mom always let me pack myself, God love her. One unforgettable week at camp I left home without any fresh underwear. Never again would I make that mistake! Mom showed up the next afternoon with a week’s supply and a hearty second hug goodbye.

Those were the days of September school bags with straps and buckles. We carried them like a briefcase, hauling home a desk full of books and assignments. They were always brown, like the paper bags we cut and taped and covered our school books in and though we always got new clothes, new ankle socks, and a new pencil case, seems we always carried the same worn-out school bag with no personality. A sorry-looking bag filled with paper-sack covered science and history and math books.

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When I was fifteen my dad let my sister and I redecorate our bedroom. I chose the same motif I’d picked for my luggage, my beloved luggage. The headboard of my bed was fit for a queen, contoured in plush deep pink velvet; our walls, Dad papered psychedelic with a new slick vinyl feel to them.

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My sister says our windowsills were the only calm thing in the room. Maybe we ran out of colors, because we painted them a powder blue. In one short summer I’d stepped out of my Mary Janes and into moccasins. And love beads. And the Moody Blues.

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And when we returned to school, Dad took us to a stationery store where we picked out book covers that were colorful and striped and flower-printed. We were happy, so so happy to be stepping into a new era. Even my mother got into the act and re-did her kitchen, the living room, in fact the whole house grew more colorful.

Gone were the dark depressing brown walls and practical gray carpets. One day we woke to a pink fireplace (yes pink!) and deep purple rugs. The sixties were screaming into our little house in Huntingdon Valley, and I think it all started with my crazy luggage.

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Doreen Frick is very happy to re-live her sixties. She loved the peasant blouses and the bell bottoms, and the cars her brother used to drive (GTO’s), and the simple things like everybody enjoying the same television show and watching together after dinner. . .

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