Becoming My Best Self

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This is perhaps the most honest post I have written thus far.  Yes, I’m a little scared.

Three weeks ago, nearly 1,000 U.S. Army privates stood on a field in front of me.  They had just completed what for many, if not all of them, were the hardest ten weeks of their young lives.  As I watched the Ft. Jackson Basic Training Graduation ceremony what struck me first was a sense of awe.  There were so many of them.  What hit me next was a tinge of jealousy.  Here were hundreds of young men and women, pledging their hearts, minds, and bodies to a cause.  I could think of very little in my life that would motivate me to run to the center of a parade field and yell my allegiance, my absolute faith and certainty.

And then as God often does, or the “Universe” as a friend recently explained her faith “Because,” she said, “God is everywhere and everything,” I was given the answer I needed.  No, a deep voice from the beyond sounding remarkably like Morgan Freeman did not say, “Jodie, my child, here is your purpose.”  Continue reading »


Aging Disgracefully: Too Old to Twerk

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Thank goodness I was not standing in front of a mirror.  There was no need to see my reflection.  I could feel what was happening to my body.  Alone in my home office, I stood with my feet shoulder width apart, placed my thumbs on my lower back, bent my knees slightly, and attempted to pop my rear end up and down.

Almost immediately, I felt pain.  The pain of twerking was not only caused by trying to move my lower back and hips like a stripper on uppers, but also because what I mistakenly thought was muscular began to shake and slap, colliding into other long-neglected parts of my body.  In that moment, I realized I am too old to twerk. Continue reading »


Aging Disgracefully

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We all know her.  She is the timeless woman:  classic, ageless, gracefully accepting each challenge of getting older.  Her lithe limbs glide across the room.  Upon close examination of her skin, we wonder what night cream she uses.  We assume she has spent her entire life in the gym and has never seen the sun.  She looks stylish in flats.  I am not that woman.  In fact, I hate her.  She is the epitome of “aging gracefully.”  I, on the other hand, am aging disgracefully.

Over the next few weeks, because there is just too damn much to write about on the subject of aging disgracefully in one post, I will examine every aspect of how my body has begun to betray me. Continue reading »