... the tales of two sisters

Dana lives in Seattle, and Tracie lives in Germany. We are businesswomen, writers and humorists. We write about life, dating, and today's modern women.

Phenomenal Women

Yesterday, they were babies… Wearing braces, making funny faces.

Three besties, I have watched morph from childhood to womanhood.

Grace, who grew tired of me begging for her to sing and play the piano on sleepovers. Blessed and talented, Grace is a gifted performer. No matter what she majors in, I still plan on being her agent one day!

Helen, an accomplished basket-ball player. She made the varsity team at Prep as we cheered her on from the stands. Only Helen could bare the confidence to trade in her heels for her beloved crocs on Prom (she rarely leaves home without them) and still rock it! I see an advertisement for Crocs right here!

Taryn, finding her lane on the swim team, she made it to State with her relay and earned the inaugural award, Pride of Prep. Taryn, my baby whose compassion for others is limitless is also the pride of this family.

Today, the Menopausebarbees salutes the next generation of Phenomenal Women. Look out world!

Maya Angelou said it best….

By Maya Angelou Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I’m not cute or built to suit a fashion model’s 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 step,   
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 in 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.