Most of the time, life is uncomfortable. We start each day putting on our faces (lots of Spackle and paint in my case, usually applied with a tile trowel...), add our work wardrobes, put on heels or some other form of footwear that's definitely not our bunny slippers, and we march into the morning prepared to face whatever comes our way, sometimes counting down the hours until we can go home, climb into [...]
Most of the time, we just go about our business, doing what we do. We rarely think it remarkable, at least not of ourselves. Yet, ask us about our girlfriends, and we can wax prolifically about how amazing they are. There are fantastic women all around us, and blessed are those of us who can call them friends. I'm a lucky lady, because I have incredible friends. Yet, I still find this a [...]
Photo credit Robyn Graham Photography UPDATE: THE GOODREADS CONTEST WAS A GREAT SUCCESS! OVER 850 ENTERED TO WIN A COPY OF THE WOMAN'S BOOK OF DIRTY WORDS. CONGRATULATIONS TO THE WINNERS! BUT WHILE THE CONTEST IS OVER, BOOK CLUB VISITS ARE STILL AVAILABLE! CHECK OUT THE NEW BOOK CLUB PAGE ON MARYFRANBONTEMPO.COM, AND LET'S GET TOGETHER! It's time for a Give-Away! Check out Goodreads for a chance to win a [...]
This is a re-run, but unfortunately more true now than when I first wrote it. Sigh.... I thought Easter was approaching. The annual plethora of bunnies, colored eggs, chicks and chocolate are everywhere. So it's Easter, right? Not according to my mirror. My mirror is reflecting an animal of a different sort, and it's not a cute bunny or chick. It's a bird, but one associated with a different holiday all together. The [...]
Before we leave the month of love for warmer days (although it's 73 here in Philadelphia today and it's February 24th--Whaaattt?!), here's a little more on love through the years. It may not always be pretty, and sometimes passion gives way to contentment, but honestly? I have no problem with that. In fact, I kind of like it. A lot. Read more in my column for Women's Voices Magazine, here!
Shhh.... I'm a "Shhh-usher." I don't know exactly when I became a "Shhh-usher," but I'm pretty sure it was around the time I had kids. I "Shhh-ushed" people when the babies were asleep (For the love of God, don't wake them up!!!), and then I "Shhh-ushed" the kids themselves when they became, well, kids, who tended to talk, or yell, or blurt things out at inappropriate times. I also "Shhh-ushed" them when I [...]