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by Rhonda Rhea @RhondaRhea There are several reasons I�ll never skydive. I�ll give you my top two. First, I�ve seen videos of people skydiving. Skydiver�s faces? They� flutter. Sometimes wildly. I�m telling you now, I do  not  need to see my face crazy-flapping over my ears, thank you. That kind of wind velocity is just not meant for faces over 40. You can end up looking like a basset hound pup. One with its head out a car window. Multiplied by how ever many years you are over 40. I�m not daring enough to sass the math. Gravity plus wind velocity times the number of years over 40. It�s an equation that equals: ew.  Add to that math the second reason you won�t find me skydiving�and the biggest reason. It�s just plain gravity. Seems to me skydiving could all too easily become sky- dying. It�s not even the jumping out of a plane part that scares me so much as it is the inevitability of the hitting the ground part. No, it�s not the jumping, or even the falling. It�s the landi...

by Rhonda Rhea @RhondaRhea For me, coffee isn�t quite strong enough until it holds the spoon up by itself. I like it when it�s somewhere close to chewy. Coffee you can sink your teeth into. That�s perfection. I�ve heard you can tell a lot about people by the way they take their coffee. Me? I�m all in. Full strength with everything added. A lot of everything. When I order coffee at a restaurant and the waitress asks if I would like cream, I usually tell her yes and that she should bring enough for my four or five friends that I�m not expecting to show up. So if it�s true that you can tell a lot about people by their coffee, one of the things mine says about me is that it�s unlikely I�ll ever have to worry about osteoporosis. When it comes time to add the sweeteners, I ask my friends, real and imaginary, to look away so I�m sure no one will see how many packet tops I�m tearing off. I confess, I drink it crazy-sweet. Coffee with dessert? How about coffee FOR dessert! Keep giving me sweete...

by Rhonda Rhea @RhondaRhea I may not stick with a new exercise plan very well, but if I got points for all the plans I�ve started, I would have some serious points. Not aerobic points. Just points. I�m in with the gym membership. Then out. In. Out. In. Out. At least it sounds aerobic. Still, I am the Hokey-Pokey of gym members. Confessing here that most of the time I�m all too flex when it comes to what I label as �my workout.� I�ve �turned myself around� presently and I�m back in at the gym. This time I started gradually, just like I read I should. So for the first week or so, I spent several minutes thinking about yoga pants. Really intently.  My workout a few days ago was pretty awesome, though. First, I spent 20 minutes walking all over the house looking for my car keys so I could drive to the gym. I counted that. Then after I got there, I spent 20 more minutes trying to untangle my earphones. Counted that, too. Because, hey, I was at the gym. By that time I only had about 10 m...

by Rhonda Rhea @RhondaRhea I accidentally put one of my favorite �lay flat to dry� sweaters in the dryer. Somewhere in the last fluff cycle, somebody must�ve slipped in and traded it for some kind of little teddy bear sweater. What am I supposed to do with this? I guess now I have to buy a little teddy bear. Relatedly, I�ve heard the same thing happens with invisibility cloaks. People don�t tell you not to machine dry those things. Or maybe it�s on the label. But reading an invisible label? Not easy. And you still end up with an invisibility  hanky. Since the introduction of machines for washing and drying, most of us have experienced mystic laundry in some realm or another. The proof? Socks. Scary things happen to socks. One. At. A. Time.  I don�t go for that magical stuff, so I wouldn�t know black magic from any other color, but I do know that you should always separate your darks from your lights. On the spiritual side of life, it�s still advisable to separate dark from lig...