It’s a blessing in disguise — I’m the kind of person who’s used to doing it all. When I was younger, I paid my way through nursing school, had my first child while I was a junior in college, and kept going until I graduated. …

Or otherwise known as “F*** you, 2022” — I haven’t been writing or doing my passion project since my first surgery back in September. I needed to pay my bills, so I was working more than I should have been. My primary job as a case manager pays more than any article I write, and I need the…

Who wouldn't be after the year I've had? — Yesterday, I couldn't pull myself out of the bathtub. I imagined calling the Fire Department to heave my weak, naked body out of the tub and onto the bathroom floor. I even visualized myself flopping around like a fish out of water. …

Thanks, Mom. — In January of this year, my mother died unexpectedly. She and I didn’t get along. I believe this was because I was the oldest, and my birth ruined her hopeful future. And also because I was a girl. I took on most of the abuse she dished out when I…

These four general rules are pivotal in protecting your health — Open enrollment for medical insurance is here. It’s that time every year in the U.S. when we can find health insurance that works best for us. As a Certified Nurse Case Manager, I’ve worked in the medical industry for over thirty years. …

Approach us. We can help. — We older women know what it was like to be harassed by men. We only needed to live our daily life, existing, if you will. We’d walk down the street getting catcalled, hit on in social spaces, judged by men of how we weren’t perfect, and discriminated against at work. …

Find what you love and do that as much as possible — My friend’s dad is a retired admiral of the navy. Before he went into the military, he gained clerical experience working in a pharmacy. Through that job, he became quite accomplished at shorthand and typing. But he had more aspiring dreams. He wanted instead to fly planes for the Navy…

From an early age and until we don’t matter anymore — The other day, my husband talked about a girl he knew in high school. I’ll call her Jen. He was good friends with Jen. She was happy and pretty, he told me. She was a cheerleader and active in school. And Jen had very thick legs. Whenever Jen wore her…

That may be enough time to change their mind. — The experiment started when a male supervisor inadvertently used a woman employee’s name signature to email a client. Emailing back-and-forth, the client was rude, disrespectful, and dismissive; every suggestion was met with an “I know what I’m talking about and you don’t” attitude. When he then emailed the same client…