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Donna O’Klock

Donna O’Klock spent 35 years in the beauty business, talking, teaching, and learning. These days, she’d “rather write than talk. It’s better that way because I can edit.” She writes two blogs, sexypast60.com and damnedgypsy.com, and is the author of  Sick and Tired & Sexy: Living Beautifully with Chronic Illness.

Austin, Texas, has been her home since 1978, but she and her fiancé have downsized and are traveling the country in their RV.

I was thinking about the 1975 song by Eric Carmen, “All By Myself,” where the refrain (over and over and

According to Webster’s Dictionary, separate is a verb. We separate our lights from darks when doing laundry, our refrigerated goods

Brenda recently asked if we still prepare meals. Many readers who left comments said they still enjoyed cooking; a few

  After paying $5.00 for a tiny basket of tasteless, organic cherry tomatoes at a farmers market earlier this summer,

There’s always something to be grateful for. Sometimes you just have to look a little harder to find it. That

Lots of us have, and regularly use, some version of the Serenity Prayer. This is mine, short and sweet: Not

All the wine I cannot drink. And the cocktails. That’s what I’m thinking about these days.

  A few days ago as I stood looking out my front door, I watched our neighbor wielding a large

I have been staring into nothingness for hours. Thoughts come and go, floating past like autumn leaves on a burbling

So far, so good. Still loving our new home and cooking up a storm. Three large windows keep the kitchen

It seems that even the Universe has adopted this modern business method. For those of you unfamiliar with the term,

Y’all, I am thoroughly enjoying having a roomy kitchen with a full-sized oven, a four-burner stove, and (what seems like)

My goals when we decided to buy a home, besides more space, were to have a more active social life;

We’ve been in our new house for three weeks now, settling in nicely, and I am feeling an interesting mix

No, this isn’t a reference to a gunshot wound. First used in 1916, it’s a metaphor that refers to something

Here we are, the beginning of a new year. I don’t make resolutions. Instead I set a few goals and

Our journey began early July, 2016. We went to a nearby RV park, in-spite of the ridiculous Texas heat and

I just picked up a copy of Magnolia Journal, Chip and Joanna Gaines’s magazine, because I loved the title of