Tuesday, September 23, 2008



I was married at a very young age. 13. That would make me 39. I wish!!

Okay, okay. I was married at 19. I quit school, quit work and raised a family for twenty-somethin' years. I kept a clean house (some may argue), had dinner on the table every night, threw themed birthday parties, read bed-time stories, sewed Halloween costumes, made Christmas magic and provided a warm and loving environment for my family. It was and always will be the hardest job/work of my life. NEVER under-estimate the value of a good wife and mother.

None of my kids are "screwed up" in the traditional sense. All three of them have college degrees. All three still talk to me. I consider that a success.

Fast forward...tick...tick....tick....how time flies!

Divorced after twenty-something years or marriage. I am on my own. Living in an itty-bitty apartment.

Paying my own bills, holding down a good job. It's so liberating to know, for real, that I CAN do it on my own. I am not dependent on anyone but myself.

Oh, I still have guilt and woes and life-crisis but nothing that I know that I can't handle.

I am an un-kept woman. I keep myself. I have come to learn that no-one expects anything more from me than ME!!


Pretty women wonder where my secret lies
I'm not cute or built to suit a model's fashion size
But when I start to tell them
They think I'm telling lies.
I say It's in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips
The stride of my steps
The curl of my lips.
I'm a woman
Phenomenal woman That's me.

I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please
And to a man
The fellows stand or Fall down on their knees
Then they swarm around me
A hive of honey bees.
I say It's the fire in my eyes
And the flash of my teeth
The swing of my waist
And the joy in my feet.
I'm a woman
Phenomenal woman
That's me.
Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me
They try so much
But they can't touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can't see.
I say It's in the arch of my back
The sun of my smile
The ride of my breasts
The grace of my style.
I'm a woman
Phenomenal woman
That's me.

Now you understand
Just why my head's not bowed
I don't shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say It's in the click of my heels
The bend of my hair
The palm of my hand
The need for my care.
'Cause I'm a woman
Phenomenal woman
That's me.