what a terrific post. You unpacked that old suitacase, let the moths out, let your own red hot titties out, and showed who you with nothing to hide from the world - literally.
You’re one of the most courageous women I know.
So brave, so out there.
What an inspiration, you impact those around you just by being yourself.
And it feels so good.
You dumped your old garbage on the middle of the highway, so it can blow away.
I have know doubt you’ll make it through another quarter century, dear Donna. I hope we are still friends for all of it.
And, happy belated birthday to you. You might not have had 76 candles on your cake. If you did though, I have no doubt you would have blown all those suckers out in one breathe anyway.
Thank Gd for you. I feel like I can breathe deeper. I've been afraid to write my book and your post inspires me -- a side of me says, "look! She told the truth and didn't die and so can you!" I don't believe my ego will win this battle. Writing my own truth is my destiny. Thanks for being an inspiration. 😘🥰
I love "embracing ugly truths in a healthy way..." what a spot-on description at this stage of the aging game.
I'm happy I found your newsletter. I dealt and played poker for three years (and didn't start until 62), never having been exposed to the game, prior, except poker machines, but that didn't count toward the experience, for sure.
Poker is an awesome way to learn about people, life, and probabilities... oh, and a little bit of luck sprinkled in for good measure (outcome).
Haha, understatement. I'm certain there is no dirtier place than a poker room. I wrote an article way back about a tournament night. If there was one thing that grossed me out entirely was when people would eat at the table. Yuck!
Yes, it sounds like we're moving in the same direction. Not a thing you can do except keep showing up, do your best, and make it our best day ever.
what a terrific post. You unpacked that old suitacase, let the moths out, let your own red hot titties out, and showed who you with nothing to hide from the world - literally.
You’re one of the most courageous women I know.
So brave, so out there.
What an inspiration, you impact those around you just by being yourself.
And it feels so good.
You dumped your old garbage on the middle of the highway, so it can blow away.
I have know doubt you’ll make it through another quarter century, dear Donna. I hope we are still friends for all of it.
And, happy belated birthday to you. You might not have had 76 candles on your cake. If you did though, I have no doubt you would have blown all those suckers out in one breathe anyway.
That’s the sort of gal you are.
Keep living wild, love, Therese.x
Ahhh, I wake up to your beautiful words crafted with care and they warn my heart Therese!
Your are a master WordSmith who truly cares.
Lean into that more and love on yourself. You deserve 🤗💋💯
Master wordsmith is very high praise, thanks for the compliment, I’m blushing.
You deserve it, Therese!
Thanks for saying so.
Happy Birthday. Love the look at the last 75 years and the outlook for the future! 💙
Thank you. I never expected to experience the significance of unpacking the suitcase!
Thank Gd for you. I feel like I can breathe deeper. I've been afraid to write my book and your post inspires me -- a side of me says, "look! She told the truth and didn't die and so can you!" I don't believe my ego will win this battle. Writing my own truth is my destiny. Thanks for being an inspiration. 😘🥰
Yes, writing your own truth is your destiny, Ashira! Write on!!
Thanks for your authentic honesty Donna. You are an inspiration and your poker metaphors are brilliant. Thanks for sharing your journey.
You're welcome, Cindy! I'm delighted connecting with your badass self 🤗
Happy Birthday!! And what a great read. Best of luck at the tables.
I'll accept all the luck the poker gods have to offer, Patti. Thank you so much.
It appears that when I responded yesterday, the reply went under David's comment. Phones are essential, but sometimes tricky.
Here's what I was trying to tell you:
I am also attempting to age artfully.
The art of the word, I suppose.
Rewriting narratives?
Paintng a different picture?
Nah.
Embracing ugly truths in a healthy way... As my therapy.
Hah! That feels more like me. 😂
I love "embracing ugly truths in a healthy way..." what a spot-on description at this stage of the aging game.
I'm happy I found your newsletter. I dealt and played poker for three years (and didn't start until 62), never having been exposed to the game, prior, except poker machines, but that didn't count toward the experience, for sure.
Poker is an awesome way to learn about people, life, and probabilities... oh, and a little bit of luck sprinkled in for good measure (outcome).
Knock 'em dead!
Dear sweet Patti! You made my day.
Wow. Three years dealing and playing poker starting at 62.
I've been off the felt more than I preferred because of the pandemic, family caregiving and self-care.
As you well know, poker is a biological petri dish 🤣 (ooh, that sounds like the start of a note)
I love your newsletter name and mission. We are moving in the same direction. Let me know how I might be of service to you
Haha, understatement. I'm certain there is no dirtier place than a poker room. I wrote an article way back about a tournament night. If there was one thing that grossed me out entirely was when people would eat at the table. Yuck!
Yes, it sounds like we're moving in the same direction. Not a thing you can do except keep showing up, do your best, and make it our best day ever.
I meant make it YOUR best day, ever. I'm having a time doing things on my phone, spell check and auto-correct get me every single time.
Auto correct is a beotch!
Happy Birthday Donna! Looking great!🐱
Thank you, David 😺 ! It's been many years since such a significant birthday celebration 🥳
Thank you for restacking @Kristina God 💜
Thanks Patti! So glad you enjoyed the read. 🤗
I am also attempting to age artfully.
The art of the word, I suppose.
Rewriting narratives?
Paintng a different picture?
Nah.
Embracing ugly truths in a healthy way... As my therapy.
Hah! That feels more like me. 😂