Desert Magnolia

Middle age isn't for wimps. When I look in the mirror backwards, (and no, JL, I do NOT do this when I'm just a day or two away from my period-you're totally right in your urging me NOT to add to the emotions already violently careening with additional 'oh crap-ness'...), I'm amazed at how gravity works. I've always had a bubble butt. It's how God made me. When I was little, and all of my flat bottomed friends fit nicely into Ditto jeans (or cords), I looked on, envious, and knowing that my hips and those pants would never enjoy one another's company. I have a relatively tiny waist, which means...hard to fit. Anyway, as the bubble butt ages, it assumes some annoying habits. Like visibly succumbing to gravity much more quickly than it used to. I have to work out a lot more to keep it suspended, I'm just sayin, and that gets stressful at times. In spite of my best intentions, now that I've undertaken the whole school on top of career thi

Springtime here is a bitch. There's no predicting the weather. One day it's 80 degrees and lovely, the next it's 50 and we're hunting around for sweaters again. For real, this high desert weather is confusing, and causes no end of confusion for our bodies. I went in for a balancing treatment today, and boy did I need it. My friend KD, the most amazing practitioner I know and who saved my life (literally) way back when, and who has been treating me for.ever now,  said Spring is really hard for our bodies. The pollens blow around, we're trying to adapt to cold, then hot, then cold again, then wind, which really plays havoc on our systems. She said she treats more patients in the Spring than any other season. And when she treated me, we started talking about the profession. And she shared some of her insight, gained over 25 years of treating an amazing assortment of patients. With all kinds of issues, as one would expect. She talked with me like a future colleagu