Monthly Archives: March 2012

Tangerine Dreams

So I had to return something to J Crew yesterday. Just real quick, in and out, I said to myself. Well, since I’m here, I further “dialoged” with myself, I really should go check out the sales racks — which of course are strategically (and wisely, on JC’s part) placed in the way-back of the…


The Early Morning Mirror

How is your Early Morning Mirror? I know you didn’t ask, but let me tell you about mine. It’s horrid. Unkind. Cruel. Some days are worse than others, but none of them are kind or inviting anymore. It is with shock and awe that I face my Early Morning Mirror. I’ve tried putting frozen spoons…


When Skinny Grandma Turned 55

(Before I tell you what I really want to tell you here, let me say that as far back as I can remember, my Sister, Claudia, and I always referred to our grandmothers as Skinny Grandma (my Dad’s mom) and Fat Grandma (my Mom’s mom). And the weird thing is, Skinny Grandma wasn’t skinny —…


Hands Down

Please! Hide ’em. That’s how I feel about my hands. They’re all speckled and freckled. You know that over-ripe banana you have downstairs in your fruit bowl right now, the one with all the brown spots on it? Yep, that’s how my hands look. And they’re pudgey. Or at least my fingers are. What’s with…


Girls Getaway

I’m currently suffering from post-getaway depression. I’m not asking for pity or anything like that. And I’m not saying my real, day-to-day life here in Gold River isn’t just ducky (the vast majority of the time). I’m just sharing with you that… I’m kinda blue. And like any vacation, big or small, the return to reality can…


The Clutterful, Middle-Aged Mind

My car, kitchen, family room, bathroom and bedroom are all clean, spiffy and clutter-free, with no discernible physical disorder. My 54-year-old mind, however, is full of worry, junk, overload and stress. This is exactly how I feel: Please tell me you can relate…..  ?


I believe, I believe!

…. in endorphins. I do. They’re the best. Do you know what endorphins are? Look it up in your Webster. It’s something (peptides?) that your brain produces. “Resembling opiates” is what my Webster said. And I believe it. I’m addicted. So this post is kind of my Love Letter to Endorphins. I love to exercise. Well, I take that back. I…


About Me

It's true! Despite playing defense virtually all my life against the onslaught of this sometimes-ugly aging process, it...has...arrived! I naively thought I would escape cellulite (the Cottage Cheese) and crow's feet (the Crepe Paper). But I didn't! And why didn't anyone tell me about this emotional roller-coaster that comes with being an Empty-Nester?! My name is Jodie Barringer Myers. I'm a 54-year-old Friday/chardonnay/ hydrangea-loving wife/mom/court reporter living in Sacramento (Gold River!), California. Writing is cathartic for me. And because I look to find humor and humility among the rubble that is my now very peri-menopausal self, I'm hopeful that you will laugh, cry, learn, enjoy and, most of all, relate to what I have to say. After all, we're all in this together, right?

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