I’ve always been fascinated by the idea of going into menopause! To be a part of the circle of wise women in the tribe, the ones others seek when in need of advice about life, death, love, and all in between. I celebrated and looked forward to my 40th birthday; I did a big party when I turned 39, because now there was only a year left before I finally - FINALLY!! – would join the circle of forty-agers (…. behaving like teenagers, just with money!), where you don’t take others

I've always had issues with my hair. The last many years I've only combed it when I was at the hairdressers (every 6-8 weeks!), I only rustled it up with my fingers and shaken my head, looked in the mirror thinking ".... yeah..... well, doesn't get any better, now does it!!?" I have never been happy about the way I look. I'm 180 metres tall, big in body and personality - too big many has said - curvaceous, loud in speech and choices. Many years I have tried to "fit it", be sm

"I know of a yoga pose for that", my friend said and had this crazy light in her eyes. And yet again I sighed really deeply and looked at her and said: "It doesn't matter WHAT I say, you always seem to know of some pose standing on your head or balancing while putting on socks!" I really, really did not want to do yoga - as in AT ALL! The yogis I had seen was small, bendy, quiet, vegan and holy! They seem to have the answer to everything! I made a joke once that she didn't ha