Adapted from this post: http://www.maryo.co/giving-thanks-day-23-november-9-2017/
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Today I am so thankful that I had my best friend, my “sister” for so many years. We shared so much together, good times, bad times, birthdays, secrets, hackers, PITAs.
Last year, I happened to find that restaurant again – Cafe Un Deux Trois and it was so special to me.
We got to our location faster than expected and walked around the block. I was stunned when we saw Cafe Un Deux Trois!

Cafe Un Deux Trois has a special memory for me. November 2, 2003, Michael decided to run the New York Marathon. We went to NY to see him run. (He finished in 4:21:57. The average for males that year was 4:28:56).

From good-old Wikipedia:
The New York City Marathon (branded TCS New York City Marathon and formerly branded ING New York City Marathon for sponsorship reasons) is an annual marathon (42.195 km or 26.219 mi) that courses through the five boroughs of New York City. It is the largest marathon in the world, with 50,304 finishers in 2013. Along with the Boston Marathon and Chicago Marathon, it is among the pre-eminent long-distance annual running events in the United States and is one of the World Marathon Majors.
My best friend, Alice, and her brother (David) were living in Brooklyn and they decided to meet us in Manhattan on Saturday night. Michael and a friend went to a comedy show while Alice, David, Tom and I walked around Times Square, just talking. We turned down a side street and saw… Cafe Un Deux Trois. We decided to go in to eat.
I remember nothing about the meal. But, at the next table was Ben Gazzara, Gena Rowlands, Peter Bogdanovitch and 3-4 others I didn’t recognize. After about half an hour, Carol Kane came in, too. It turned out that Ben Gazzara was in a one man show across the street which had just opened: Nobody Don’t Like Yogi. All this made the meal very exciting.
For the last several years, every time we’ve been near Times Square, I’ve looked down the side streets for this restaurant and never saw it again until this day.
A very nice memory of Alice.

Another birthday is here and I’ve now passed you age-wise. 😦 I had always taken such delight being able to say that I was the younger one. Not any more 😦
Each year, the non-birthday-girl would be planning and plotting online, as well as real-life, surprises. We had hand-made wrapping paper and all sorts of exotic and non-exotic gifts. Right now, I’m wearing a cozy robe from a zillion years ago.
Way back in 1998, when I was learning web design, I posted a whole mini-site for that birthday. Unfortunately, HTML code no longer allows for the music to play, but I had carefully thought out tunes for each day. The page titles aren’t showing, either.
- The main page title was “Happy Millennium Birthday, Alice!” and played a simple Happy Birthday
- The theme to Perry Mason aka “Peri MasonPause” on the “Flora” page
- the “Born” page had the theme to Alice’s Restaurant with no special title
- the “Robert Redford” page had The Way We Were. The title was “To Alice, from Bob (with lust)”
- the “musician and his music” page was Bach’s Toccata and Fugue and the title was “Happy Bachday, Alice!”
- the “flowers” page was The Rose with no special title
See that site here: http://www.oconnormusic.org/aliceBD/birthday.htm
The last page of that site was particularly important. I’d emailed all of Alice’s past guest speakers and other PS members and compiled this list of great wishes: http://www.oconnormusic.org/aliceBD/guests.htm
We’d be up at 12:01 am, posting wishes, decorating message boards and doing the final touches for websites.
In 2003, I’d apparently posted a picture of Flora Dora (again!) and Alice responded:
MaryO, what can I say other than that it was a wonderful and beautiful surprise to see my guest announcement area turned into a beautiful, sparkling birthday greeting — and Flora Dora, Power Surge’s mascot and RR — but especially your beautiful wishes.
I responded:
After all these years, it’s getting harder and harder to come up with new ideas for how to do an online surprise. There have been a variety of different things for different birthdays, but I have to keep you guessing I hope that you don’t mind that I’m holding the announcement area hostage for a little longer.
I’m sure that many of the newer people don’t know who Flora Dora is, but she’s an essential part of Power Surge so she have to be included somehow – kinda like inviting your maiden aunt to Thanksgiving 🙂 Of course, RR is welcome – anytime! I’m so glad that I could make an online surprise for you again this year – maybe I should start planning for NEXT year already.
I hope we share many more birthdays together as the close friends we’ve become over the years.
On a more serious side, you’re very welcome for the “beautiful wishes”. Sometimes, words fail me and I don’t do things justice, but you and Power Surge have changed my life in so many ways that go beyond “simple” menopause issues. When I first came to Power Surge on AOL, I was a confirmed lurker, reading only, never posting.
The first chat I tried to hide out until you asked me a question, encouraging me to talk. This was all so scary for me, communicating with others – online or off. I can say with confidence, that I’m no longer a lurker on the boards and in the chats like I was, and that was all your doing. Thanks so much for that!
Now I just have to work on my real life lurkership! The knowlege I got here in Power Surge, even when I was lurking, helped me so much with my menopause, my symptoms, my everyday life. Like most everyone else, I learned about the way to help my meno symptoms and I’m so thankful of that, that I could be feeling better.
When my husband was very sick, close to death, my first December in PS, I wouldn’t post, but I would come home from the hospital and read everything that other people were posting. It seemed so great to me, and it was such a comfort to me to know that everyone was out there. I recognized people’s names and enjoyed “listening” to the banter and chatter, and that gave me something other than the hospital and my own worries to think about. No matter what the time of day was, I could always read and see that things were ok with the world, and know that we were going to survive this. What a wonderful community Power Surge is!
Things have come along way since then. My husband made it, thanks to a skilled surgeon and a LOT of prayer. And I gradually changed, too. I’m obviously not afraid to post anymore, or go to chats, and I really have you to thank for that. Over the years there have been many changes, the boards have moved, been started again from scratch, updated, all kinds of things, as have the chats, but one thing remains clear and unchanged – and that Power Surge isn’t just another “website”. It is a true community for women in midlife, something we can gain daily strength from. (sorry about the preposition!)
And it’s all because of you, Dearest Alice Stamm. Thank you so much, and I hope it was a wonderful birthday – you deserve the very best!
Hugs and thanks from the bottom of my heart! Mary
From the message boards in 2004:

From 2005:
We have decided to let you accept the responsibilities of a 6 year old again.
If you want to sail sticks across a fresh mud puddle and make ripples with rocks, that’s great.
If you want to think M&Ms are better than money, because you can eat them, they are calorie-free (today only!).
If you want to lie under a big Oak tree next summer and run a lemonade stand with your friends (and fellow Surgettes) on a hot summers day, we’ll give you a voucher.
That summer-time voucher is also good for walking on the beach and thinking of the sand between your toes and the prettiest seashell you can find. Or you can spend the afternoon climbing trees and riding your bike.
We are returning you to a time when life was simple. When all you knew were colors, addition tables and simple nursery rhymes. But that didn’t bother you, because you didn’t know what you didn’t know and you didn’t care. When all you knew was to be happy because you didn’t know all the things that should make you worried and upset.
You’re going to go to school and have snack time, recess, gym and field trips.
You’ll be so happy, nothing will make you upset.
We’re going to let you think that the world is fair. That everyone in it is honest and good…that anything is possible.
For today, you’re going to be oblivious to the complexity of life and be overly excited by little things once again, returned to the days when reading was fun.
No worries about time, bills, websites that crash, guest chats where the guest can’t get in, excess email, time….No more worry about computer crashes, mountains of paperwork, depressing news, aches, pains, doctor visits or illness.
We’re going to help you believe in the power of smiles, hugs, a kind word, truth, justice, peace, health, dreams, the imagination, mankind and making angels in the snow.
You’re going to be 6 again, for today (and probably some of us will want to join you!). From all of us…
QUOTE (Dearest @ Nov 10 2005, 09:23 AM)
Thank you all for your warm and wonderful birthday wishes.
A very special thank you to my friend, MaryO, for the beautiful greeting, for including Power Surge’s mascot, Flora Dora at the top of the screen — and especially for allowing me to be six again even if only for a day 🙂
And I said:
You know, you can always apply for an extension of the day being 6. Click here to apply.
Glad you had a great birthday and much-needed vacation. If you want to extend either of those, please let me know and I’ll see if I can locate an extension for either of those.
Happy Post-Birthday!
In 2006, Alice said:
Thank you ALL for your wonderful birthday wishes and beautiful sentiments about how much Power Surge means to and has done for you. That makes all the years of work that’s gone into this “community” worthwhile (with, perhaps, the exception of dealing with HACKERSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!) 🙂
I don’t know some of you very well. Others I know well and have established lovely friendships with. You know who you are. Thank you, too, for your beautiful flowers, birthday cards, online greetings, etc.
And thank you, my dear friend, MaryO, for starting this topic and for being the sister I never had 🙂 I’m so glad I impulsively decided to give myself a birthday present last month and called saying, “C’mon, let’s go to see Streisand!!” That was the highlight of my/our year. To be sitting so close to her, and SO close to and watching people mingle like: Bill and Hillary Clinton, Lauren Bacall, James Brolin, Katie Couric, Stephen Sondheim, Rosie O’Donnell, Sting, Hugh Jackman, Steven Spielberg, Regis and Joy Philbin, Sara Jessica Parker — and many, many others.
It was like the first time we met a few years ago and stopped into a restaurant [Cafe Un Deux Trois] only to find a few minutes later that Gena Rowlands, Ben Gazzara, Peter Bogdonovich, Carol Kane and others, whose names elude me at the moment, came in and sat at the table next to us. Knowing me, I had to go over and talk to them, especially Gena Rowlands, who’s still beautiful and elegant and was so gracious.
The past few years, starting with my emergency surgery and all the ensuing complications, my mom’s fall down the stairs and subsequent need for constant care, my dad passing away only four months later and my own ongoing and confusing health issues — too much stress.
The past few months have been better — we’ve both been through a LOT this year especially!
Special thanks to those of you who’ve generously given donations (some of you even more than once) to the site to help defray some of the expenses of running it.
I’m grateful to be alive and very proud of Power Surge and all the women (and men) it’s helped over the years plus all the wonderful women who participate in it 🙂
Alice
And I responded:
To be sitting so close to her…
You mean me…or Barbra? LOL
It was so amazing how that trip worked out. It was the most spontaneous thing I had ever done.
My son was home from grad school for “fall break” formerly known as Columbus Day weekend. He was flying back on Wednesday, through JFK.
After Alice got the tickets for Barbra on Monday (amazing in itself), I was able to get on Michael’s flight to JFK – only one trip to the airport! The flight number was the same as Alice’s street address. Do I hear Twilight Zone music?
What a great birthday gift you got for yourself – thank you so much for sharing it with me 🙂
Happy post-birthday!
From 2007
The top header on the boards:

Followed by

And Alice said…
Firstly, {{{{{MaryO}}}}, my old and dear friend, thank you for starting this topic and for the beautifully creative graphic and sentiments you made for my birthday. I don’t have to tell you what your friendship has meant to me all these years (you already know). Hugs!
Thank you all for your good wishes. Someone wrote to me, “I hope you had a peaceful birthday.” That’s exactly what it was . . . peaceful.
Thank you also for your kind words about Power Surge. It’s been a labor of love for 14 years . . . about to start its 15th year Feb. 3rd, 2008. I have a pretty good idea how many women’s lives have been impacted by this “community.” In all these years, including the start-up years on America Online, I’ve probably posted in the area of 100,000 messages on the numerous PS message boards. I can’t post as much as I used to any longer for many reasons, but I’m always working in the background to maintain this site that’s become a tremendous source of information and haven of support for all the visitors who come to it every day.
What started out as a blank page in an HTML editor has grown to exactly what I’d planned. I’m very proud of every facet of Power Surge including this message board.
Finally, thank you to all those who have made donations to Power Surge. I have thanked each and every one of you individually. Your donations have been helpful in defraying some of the ever-increasing costs involved with running Power Surge.
Again, thank you.
Best,
Dearest
Then, 2008


And that’s enough for this year. I have to save some out 🙂
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So, it’s 19 years since I made that first silly website. I’m no longer scrambling to get something to post by 12:01 am for your birthday.
I still can’t believe that you won’t be reading this later, calling me when UPS / amazon / FEDex arrives with gifts so we can open them “together”.
We’ve said it once, we’ve said it dozens of times. Even when we’re apart we’re



Dearest started this long ago on the original website. If anyone comments from the Message Boards, I’ll add it here, and vice versa.

An Ongoing Story and You Are The Author
Any woman visiting the Power Surge Web site has more than enough “reality” to cope with by virtue of the fact that she’s going through menopause. Being hormonally challenged is enough to depress anyone. It’s been my experience that in order to survive this difficult transition, it’s helpful to become involved in creative work, hobbies, good music, books, and an occasional. . . adventure.
This can be your adventure. I’ll get the story started if you promise to help write it — Dearest.
This paragraph is by Dearest As was the case so many nights, Sara found herself awake at 3 in the morning. Sara Basset, 49 years of age, her children grown and living on their own, had become somewhat disillusioned with the life she was leading. Her husband was so completely immersed in his work, he hardly knew she was alive. She sometimes thought his newfound workaholism might have been due in part to the fact that she rarely felt well. She had left a prestigious, stressful job because she couldn’t cope with the demands of the workplace and menopause at the same time. Her efforts to fall back asleep had been futile. By the time Sara put down the book she’d been reading, she realized it was 6 am. Her husband had already left for his office. Sara decided to take a long drive by herself. She needed to think. To regroup. A change of scenery might improve her attitude. After leaving the city, she found herself driving along lonely country roads. She noticed a small path heading in a different direction, but it wasn’t wide enough for her car. Sara left the car and proceeded down the path on foot. Sara had been walking nearly an hour when the wonderful country breeze was tempered by a sudden crash of thunder. She noticed a cabin in the distance. Dare she enter someone else’s private property? Maybe it was an abandoned cabin? She would only take refuge until the rain passed.Sara decided to ….
This paragraph is by MaryO …go closer. After all, there were no signs of life about at all. This place could be just what Sara needed – somewhere to be by herself, to regroup, to get out of the light rain that was starting to fall. Sara got closer and peered through the windows. It looked like no one had been here for a very long time. Gingerly trying the door, Sara was surprised to find that the door pushed open easily. Sara went in and took a quick look around. She was amazed to see…
This paragraph is by Robert …the place was empty, but obviously had not been s for long. In fact, she could still pick up the faint scent of something sweet. Sara’s eyes fell upon the bed. Half of it was lightly messed. One person is staying in the cabin. Sara turned with a start when a board creaked behind her. Standing in the doorway was the cabin’s occupant. He was breathing hard and soaking wet. His mind was obviously somewhere else. He didn’t realize that he wasn’t alone until after he had peeled off his wet shirt. Sara took a quick breath when his eyes met hers. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but nothing came out. He just stood there looking at her the way that her husband used to look at her twenty years ago. Finally she said….
This paragraph is by Ana “Excuse me young man, I’m sorry to startle you.” “That’s alright, ma’am,” he said, reaching for a towel and drying himself off. “I was looking for a place to rest from the storm.” She watched as the handsome youngster pulled a dry shirt over his head. “My car got stuck – I just need to stay out of the storm for awhile.” He smiled at her. “Randy, Randy Aliceson,” he said and reached out to shake her hand. “Well, ma’am, you’ve come to the right place. There are several cabins in this retreat, and I know there is one available. My mother runs this retreat. I’ll introduce her to you, but first let me show you the cabin that’s available.” In less than a half hour she’d rented the cabin from Randy’s mother, a woman about her age. She now was standing alone in the middle of a rustic cabin. There was a small bed, a fireplace, a desk with a pile of paper and pen, a small radio. The small kitchen area was fully stocked. There was a small jacuzzi on the deck. The tiny bureau had just enough clothing for her, including a swim suit. The rain had stopped and the night was clear and starry. She stood on the balcony next to the whirling jacuzzi, and looked out into the still of the evening. She’d sent a note to her husband through Alice Aliceson. She would have a whole week to be here by herself. Alice had told her this retreat would start filling up, with other women in their 40’s and older. There would be time to be alone, and time to meet with others if she wanted. This week was hers and hers alone. She could plan it to suit her needs. She smiled, then turned and…..
This paragraph is by Ana “I’m sorry…did I startle you?” “A little,” the young man said, beginning to towel himself dry.” “I didn’t mean to. I came in here because of the weather, and I’m a little lost.” Sara looked around her. “What a wonderful place. This is just the kind of place I’d like to find for myself.” “Well, ma’am,” the young man said, “this may be your lucky evening.” he pulled a clean, dry sweater over his head, then reached out his hand. “Oh, I’m sorry, my name is Randy…Randy Aliceson,” he said. Sara shook his hand and introduced herself. “What do you mean this might be my lucky evening?” she asked. “This cabin is just one of several out here – they’re situated so you can’t see one from the other, so you feel like you’re all alone. This is a retreat for women. I’m the groundkeeper – my mom owns the retreat. I happen to know that all of the cabins are rented for the week but one.” Sara’s head spun. She felt a mixture of feelings she hadn’t felt in a long time – excitement, fear, joy, and hope. How did she manage to find this place? Or did it find her? “Can I talk to someone about renting the last cabin?” she asked. Half an hour later she was standing alone in a rustic cabin, similar to the one she’d stumbled on before. There was a gas lamp, a wood burning stove, a small bed, a large wooden table with a stack of papers and pens, a small kitchenette area, and an armoire stocked with clothing in several sizes, including bathing suits. Off of the kitchenette was a small balcony. There was a one person jacuzzi on the balcony – Randy had started it before he left her alone. “Now, it seems like you’re alone, but remember there are going to be people all around,” he’d told her. “We all meet for breakfast in the main house at 8 a.m., but you can eat here, too.” His mother, Alice, had told her about the menopause support group that was starting tomorrow. She could join in to any or all of it, or stay to herself. Whatever she wanted. “Whatever I want,” Sara thought as she stood out on the balcony. The rain had stopped and the sky was clear now. Through the darkness she could see the outline of trees overhead, and a few stars twinkled down. “Whatever I want,” she said outloud. The sweep of emotions she’d felt earlier came back, and her eyes filled with tears. “I know just what I want to do right now…” she turned slowly and…..
This paragraph is by Alison Archambault Sara walked back into the cabin and closed the door. The cabin was silent. She wanted silence, blessed silence; she wanted to hear her own thoughts, her own needs, her own dreams. In the simplicity of the cabin, there would be space and time to rediscover herself again. No never ending numbers of errands, no taking care of someone else’s needs; just space and time to herself. She walked over to the bed, turned around and slowely sat down on the edge. She let herself lie back, feeling the bed supporting her body. She took a deep breath and let herself relax; her feet, her calves, her thighs, her bottom, her back, her shoulders, her arms, her hands and finally her face, all relaxing, all relaxed. Another deep breath, then breathing softly, deeply, Sara fell asleep.
This paragraph is by Debbie As Sara Went To Sleep, she thought of all the wonderful times that she and her husband and family had spent time together. She ask herself, “who is this woman, that I have become throughout these menopausal years?” I do not even know myself, she keeps wondering over and over, how can I expect my husband and family to understand the things that I am going through. I don’t even understand myself right now. Sara, remembered all the good times and the trips that her family had taken when the children were growing up. She could feel everyone slipping away from her. Trying to face reality without going in sane. Sara, kept wondering about all of the symptoms that she was having and how they were running her life! Which at this time her life had stopped in so many ways. At this point she was so upset she felt as though her life was over. She would look at her husband of 25 years, asking herself over and over, why am i married? Sara’s life was falling apart and she was at her wit’s end! Her husband could tell that she was very upset and held her in his arms and talked to her with those loving and caring eyes. Immediately, as they talked things out and all that she was going through she knew then why they had been married for so long. They had become one as one heart beating, as a single breath being drawn. They were so close that having these feelings hurt not just one person but two people. Her husband kissed her hand each time they were together. He would kiss her in passing from one room to the next. Her husband, John Paul wanted to give his wife more to do to keep her occupied while he worked just long hours. So she would have something to do with her time when she would be so lonely. He bought her a computer to go to all different lands and to talk with others about her symptoms of menopause. She researched as much information as she possibly could. Finally, she found Power Surge and felt so much better. She knew then that she was not alone. Sara, told John Paul about all of the wonderful information that she had found on menopause. The symptoms of menopause, all 34 symptoms, how she was not alone, others were going through the same thing and how much better she was feeling. At this time her husband looked into her eyes and told her, “I will be by your side, together we can handle anything.” During this they hugged and kissed. Looking so adorely into each others eyes, as often happened since they were so close, they said at the same time to each other…”I LOVE YOU!” They knew that as long as they had each other that their marriage and their future would be happily ever after, just like a fairy tale. Sara, knew that with the Power Surge chats and boards to post her feelings whenever she needed to talk with someone that their would always be someone online to vent to. Even to ask Dearest or Piano Mary, Loracura, or Thrv Sue any question that she had or needed information on anytime. Sara, believed in herself again and her life was worth living. All the feelings of rage and sleepless nights were tolerable, since she understood her feelings and her body. Her family understood that their was a reason for her behavior! Her husband wanted to be with her as much as before. Sara, and her husband had once again thought of each other as one, as a best friend, lover, and soul mate. Sara, would often think of how silly everything she had put her family through. Often she would think about if I had acted upon certain feelings, how different my life would have been. I would have been miserable for the rest of my life! Smiling about how great her life was and having a loving husband to stand by her. She knew so many women whose husband’s had left them during the time of menopause. These men did not want to take the time to know or understand what was happening. Instead, walking out seemed to work for them. It was much easier than taking the time to show their love and support for the wife that had spent years raising the family with their partner. Now, to stand by just her while she needed him most was alot to ask of some husbands. Sara, was so fortunate to have a responsible, kind and gentle man, that was so loving and supportive of her! She counted her blessings each and every day! Sara was so happy that she realized that she could face anything as long as she knew what to expect and had the love of her husband and family. Family was everything to her and with there support she could get through. Whenever Sara is having a hot flash, she just tilts her head back and says, “I am just having a Power Surge.”
This paragraph is by Dearest …and knowing all this and having this support that she needed, still Sara couldn’t help but feel she needed to do something different, to embark on a different path, to explore some new territory, to make new friends. Who was this Randy Aliceson person? Why did he live alone in this cabin? How old was he? He had to be at least 40 and he was so attractive. Why would he hide himself away from everything here in this cabin far from the madding crowd? Sara looked back at where Randy was standing and said to him…..
This paragraph is by Ana “Oh, Randy…I didn’t realize you were here!” “Sorry, ma’am,” he said, smiling at her. His dark brown eyes twinkled in a most inviting way. “Guess it was my turn to startle you.” For a moment their eyes locked, and Sara felt yet another feeling she thought she’d forgotten – desire. As the warmth filled her body, she was afraid she was having a hot flash. “Just wanted to make sure everything’s alright in here for you, ma’am,” Randy said. “Before I settle in for the night.” “Yes, Randy,” Sara said, “Everything seems to be fine, except….” “Except what, ma’am?” “Well…for one thing, I wish you’d stop calling me “ma’am’. My name is Sara, I think you might be old enough to call me that.” She laughed. “Sara,” he said, softly. “And I bet you’re not that much younger than I am…” Sara said, hoping he was closer to 40 than 30. “Thirty-eight,” he said, laughing. “I’ve always called the women who come to the retreat ‘ma’am’ – I’ve worked here winters and holidays since I was in my teens, and the women were a lot older than I was.” Randy’s eyes ran up and down Sara’s body. “But you look a lot closer..in age..to me.” “Forty-something…” Sara grinned. “Is that all?” he asked, moving a step closer. “What?” Sara asked, as he burst out laughing. “No, I don’t mean your age! You look like an interesting woman – a mysterious woman – a beautiful woman, suddenly appearing in the night, in my cabin.” He paused. “What I meant was..is that all I can do for you, stop calling you ma’am?” He took another step toward her. “Is there anything else I can do for you Sara?”
This paragraph is by Diana Sara, her heart pounding , said ” I would appreciate it if you would put another log on the fire”. ” It would be my pleasure”, says Randy .with a twinkle in his eye. Sara couldnt help but notice his muscular build as he bent to rekindle the fire, and the longing to once again feel desired by a man was overwhelming. Randy, straightening up, turned and looking at Sara with longing in his eyes, asked if she would like to share a glass of wine with him. “That would be wonderful” said Sara. As they sat by the fire talking and sipping their wine, Randy reached over and began to gently stroke the side of her neck,her cheeks, and gently, oh so gently,pressed his lips on hers. Sara began to quiver – she knew it was wrong – but it was so wonderful to feel this desire again and she just couldnt help herself. She kissed Randy back, his kisses became more powerful,demanding and sensuous . She was tingling all over and never wanted him to stop.
This paragraph is by Sue Sara’s heart was racing. All of her senses were alive! Slowly Randy’s hand began to loosen the buttons on her blouse, and with each button she found all of her doubts and hesitation fade. Tonight she felt so alive and ever so wanted. Summoning up a desire she had almost forgotten about, Sara kissed Randy back with increasing passion and urgency.
This paragraph is by Sue Sara’s heart was racing. All of her senses were alive! Slowly Randy’s hand began to loosen the buttons on her blouse, and with each button she found all of her doubts and hesitation fade. Tonight she felt so alive and ever so wanted. Summoning up a desire she had almost forgotten about, Sara kissed Randy back with increasing passion and urgency.
This paragraph is by Dearest Yes, with increasing passion and urgency… an urgency she hadn’t felt since her hysterectomy. “Randy, I can’t tell you how wonderful it is to be desired.. to be wanted the way a woman needs to be wanted. My recent hysterectomy didn’t help in that department, but YOU have made me feel like the woman I’ve always been… alive, exciting. Why, I was the Queen of Titillation among my circle of friends and suddenly I felt different, but YOU have evoked that passion in me that no hysterectomy could possibly take away. Randy, thank you for bringing back my ….
This paragraph is by Sue …long lost passion.” Slowly Sara began to tell Randy her life story…the highs and the lows. “The lowest point in my life was this past week. Thirty years ago yesterday, I gave birth to a child I never got to see, a baby I gave up for adoption because I was not married and I was too young. I never even told my husband or other children about her, but every year on her birthday I silently sing to her and hope she is happy and healthy. Oh Randy, this year I just can’t stop thinking about her” and Sara collapsed into a torrent of tears.
This paragraph is by Dearest Randy was taken aback. He paced in front of the fireplace (the wood had long since burned out, but he was so taken with Sara and her story, it didn’t occur to him that icicles were forming on the inside of the windows. No one ever said Randy was a rocket scientist, ya know). “Sara! Did you know that I have an adopted daughter whose birthday was last week?” Sara was puzzled. “Randy, what are you trying to say?” Randy suddenly started gazing over at a closed door. He looked back at Sara wondering, “No, this couldn’t be. How is it possible? Could such a coincidence truly occur? Could this child in the other room be Sara’s daughter?” Randy walked toward the door, looking back at Sara, who was staring at him in utter amazement. He reached for the knob on the door and opened it and…
This paragraph is by Dearest Randy corrected himself. “Her birthday was yesterday. I forgot to take my Ginkgo and I forgot for a moment. Don’t you menopausal women carry that Ginkgo in your purses?” …
This paragraph is by MaryO “Well”, said Sara, “we do when we remember. As a matter of fact, we carry lots of herbs (and sometimes spices) in our purses. Is there something else you need?” “Well”, Randy said, “at the moment I only need…”
This paragraph is by MaryO “…to introduce you to my daughter, SaraLee.” Once again he started to open the door but Sara said “Wait! First I need you to…”
This paragraph is by Sue Also meet my mother Faith”.. The door swung open and there stood Randy’s wife, a 30 year old mirror image of Sara herself! Sara gulped. Could this be the daughter she had given birth to all those years ago? The age was about right. Overcome by emotion, and suffering an embarassing major hot flash, Sara ran out of the cabin, and into the forest. “I can’t believe this is happening to me,” thought Sara. “I go from a moment of passion with a stranger to finding the answer to a life long dream” Sara turned around and found that Randy had followed her out the door.
This paragraph is by Ana “Sara?” Randy said. “Is everything alright?” “Alright?” Sara snapped at him. “Alright? I don’t THINK so! What is going on here, Randy?” Randy batted his dark eyes at her. “Why, whatever do you mean?” he asked. “I mean, one moment you’re trying to seduce me, the next you’re trying to confuse me. You tell me you’re 38, but you have a 30 year old daughter named Sara Lee! You never mention you’re married, and then you tell me that in addition to a 30 year old daughter, you have a wife who looks like me, and is probably no more than 30 herself.” Sara stood, hands on her hips and glared at Randy, who seemed to be laughing. “Randy, tell me…what the hell is going on here?”
This paragraph is by Sue Suddenly Sara sat straight up in bed. What a dream she had been having!! She woke up and looked around…well the part about being in the woods in a cabin was real, but had she really dreamed about kissing that mysterious Randy? And what was all this nonsense about Sara Lee???? Well, I’m glad that it was for the most part a dream, but I think I will have to go out and explore this place a little more. With that Sara out on some comfortable clothes and set out to see what there was to see.
This paragraph is by Dearest (I think) “Oh, for goodness sake, can’t a woman have a fantasy without everyone having a nervous breakdown?” 🙂 SaraLee (MaryO does have a penchant for strange names, doesn’t she?) was his ADOPTED daughter, not his REAL daughter. Anyone knows a 38 year old fellow (and cute, too.. you should see him in his Speedos — swoon) can’t have a 30 year old daughter. Read again, she is adopted! Okay, where are we in this cockamamy story? LOL! (what can I say.. every day isn’t a writer’s dream for me. Remind me when I want to drive off for some peace and quiet, I don’t take the same road. thankyou ….. Ahem, was it a dream or could this really be happening? ….
This paragraph is by Dearest And as Ana said, “Randy, what the hell is going on here?” Gosh, we need mind games when we have to deal with hormones. Is there no mercy even in a fantasty?
This paragraph is byConfused Randy stared at Sara. “Wow,” he said. “That was quite an outburst, Sara. Sit down over here, let me tell you something.” Sara followed Randy to the bed, and sat down. He kneeled in front of her and took her hands into his. “Sara, I don’t know how you got the idea that I thought Sara Lee might be your child…but Sara, first of all, she’s adopted, and second of all, she’s only ten. And third, the woman I introduced you to was my sister, Faith. The two of you look alot alike, but she isn’t your daughter, I can remember when she was born.”Sara shook her head. “I don’t know..this is all so confusing.” “Here,” Randy said, “take a sip of this Gingko tea, it should help clear your mind.” As Sara sipped, Randy threw open the windows. “I think we should go to my place,” he said. “There may be a gas leak in here…” Sara was feeling better already. “That could explain both of us being so disoriented and confused earlier.” “I suppose it could,” Sara said. She laughed. “What’s so funny,” Randy asked, smiling at her. “Oh,” Sara said,”I kind of feel like I’m in a story, one without a plot.” “Well, so you are,” Randy said. “I think its called life.” The two of them left Sara’s cabin and headed off toward…
This paragraph is by MaryO 🙂 …the lake where Randy had a lovely picnic for two people spread out on a blanket (is the picnic spread out on the blanket or are the people? We shall see) It was a lovely meal, complete with champagne, candles, flowers, a special dessert made by SaraLee. Sara was glad to see all this, since she was ravenous – not having eaten since she left her husband several authors ago. Just as Sara was going to plop down on the blanket…
This paragraph is by I forget When out of the woods rode a familiar looking man on a horse. He had blond hair and the bluest eyes Sara had ever seen. Why he looked so familiar, just like that man that Barbra Streisand fell in love with in the movie “The Way We Were”. Why, yes, it was Robert Redford. What was he doing riding a horse in these woods? He rode across the clearing and came right over to Sara. “Hi, I seem to be lost. I’m looking for………”
This paragraph is by Bob …Alice (sometimes she calls herself “Dearest”). You might have seen her picture around Power Surge. Anyway, a long time ago I sent her an online card (you know – those bluemountain ones) and asked her to call me. She never did, so I came in person to tell her that I’d love for her to…
This paragraph is by Sue Who? Sara looked up into those deep, deep blue eyes and was almost hypnotized. “Bob, I can help you! I can call you Bob can’t I? Alice has talked about you so much I feel like I know you already! You can always find her lurking around her web site, or on-line at Power Surge. But best of all, you should come to one of her wonderful chats and get to know her better!” “No, ma’m….no time for that right now. I have to get back to my film festival, but make sure and tell her I love her and one day we surely will meet.” And with that he turned around and rode off into the sunset. Sara came slowly back to reality, and turned back to Randy and said “Now, where were we? Randy replied by putting his arm around Sara and pulling her back down to the blanket and slowly began to kiss her hungry lips….
This paragraph is by Pookie She would only take refuge until the rain passed. Sara decided to…. run – as suddenly the sky opened up and the rain was coming down in torrents. She took the steps two at a time and was quickly beneath the porch where at least it was dry, but she was so cold. The cabin appeared abandoned. She tentatively knocked on the door and listened for any sounds from within…nothing. She knocked again a little harder…nothing. She stepped to the window and tried to peer inside, but the windows had not been cleaned in a long time and she could make out very little detail of the inside. Just then a bolt of lighting streaked across the sky, for just a brief moment illuminating the interior of the cabin. It looked long deserted. She was beginning to shiver-she was wet and cold. What harm could it do to go inside and at least get dry. She reached slowly for the doorknob, and was pleased to find that it was not locked. She slowly opened the door. It looked like a scene from an old western movie, an open hearth fireplace with a large iron pot hanging on a hook that could be swung over the fire. A small stack of wood was laid in the fireplace, as if waiting for the owners to return to start the fire and prepare the evening meal. Sara dug deep into her pockets, thankfully, the book of matches she had picked up last night to light candles was there. She cautiously struck a match and held it to the dry kindling, the wood caught fire and quickly wrapped her in its warmth. Now she thought, if only I could find a towel or some dry clothing to wear. As she slowly appeared around the cabin she found an old truck and when she lifted the lid she was surprised to see that inside there were womens clothes, clothes from a era in history long gone by. She gingerly held the shoulders of a blue dress and slowly held it up. It looked to be in perfect shape, as if just left there yet she knew that it had to be 100 years old at least. She carefully eyed the dress and determined that it would fit. She took off her wet clothes and laid them over a chair near the hearth so they could dry and raised the dress up and slid it over her shoulders. The material felt so smooth and soft. She fastened all the tiny buttons up the front of the dress. She felt like an actress about to go on stage, she twirled around as the graceful skirt of the dress swung out. Oh my, thought Sara, I am so dizzy….what is happening…everything is spinning..! Sara’s last thought as she lost consciousness was that the rain had quit and the sun was shining brightly and, but no that couldn’t be, there was a man dressed in clothing the same era as the dress standing in the doorway smiling at her and laughing at her obvious joy in the blue dress. As Sara came to……
This paragraph is by Lora as storm clouds began forming in the distance. Suddenly there was a loud clap of thunder and lightening struck dangerously close to where they were. Randy gathered up the picnic items and they ran for cover. They ended up at a cabin Randy used from time to time when he wanted to get away and be by himself. Sara looked around the cabin. “This could be a very nice place if he would clean it up a bit.” As she looked out the large windows in the back of the house, Sara could not help her thoughts. “If we took these windows out and put in sliding glass doors, it would be a wonderful place for a huge deck.” Giddy with delight, Sara ran to tell Randy about her plans. He looked at her and said
This paragraph is by Lora as storm clouds began forming in the distance. Suddenly there was a loud clap of thunder and lightening struck dangerously close to where they were. Randy gathered up the picnic items and they ran for cover. They ended up at a cabin Randy used from time to time when he wanted to get away and be by himself. Sara looked around the cabin. “This could be a very nice place if he would clean it up a bit.” As she looked out the large windows in the back of the house, Sara could not help her thoughts. “If we took these windows out and put in sliding glass doors, it would be a wonderful place for a huge deck. I think I have some joist hangers and brackets in my purse back at the other cabin.” Giddy with delight, Sara ran to tell Randy about her plans. He looked at her and said
This paragraph is byDandyRandy “You must be out of your mind. Deck building is a LOT of work. I had planned to put in a fireplace and jacuzzi, though. I’ve heard that jacuzzi’s are wonderful for relieving tension…” But then, seeing the look of disappointment on Sara’s face, Randy said “since you already have the joist hangers znd brackets in your purse, we might as well build a deck, too. We’ll get started on all this work as soon as we…
This paragraph is by Dearest Sara scratched her head and wondered, “How did I go from aa quiet drive in the country to joist hangers and brackets?” 🙂 She suddenly started dreaming of the scene in “The Way We Were” where Streisand runs her long fingers through Hubbell Gardner’s hair, gently placinc each gorgeous blond strand back in its proper place. She wondered if there was anyone else so perfect, not so much for the reason so many women drool over him — his inimitable handsomeness and charm — but for his purpose – environmental issues, bringing independent films to the public’s attention with his wonderful Sundance efforts. Randy asked Sara what she was daydreaming about and she said, “Oh, nothing. Let’s get started on the deck.” All the while she wondered if she were actually brave enough to go to Sundance and try to meet “the man…
To be continued…

Another birthday is here and I’ve caught up on you age-wise. 😦
Each year, the non-birthday-girl would be planning and plotting online, as well as real-life, surprises. We had hand-made wrapping paper and all sorts of exotic and non-exotic gifts. Right now, I’m wearing a cozy robe from a zillion years ago.
Way back in 1998, when I was learning web design, I posted a whole mini-site for that birthday. Unfortunately, html code no longer allows for the music to play, but I had carefully thought out tunes for each day. The page titles aren’t showing, either.
- The main page title was “Happy Millennium Birthday, Alice!” and played a simple Happy Birthday
- The theme to Perry Mason aka “Peri MasonPause” on the “Flora” page
- the “Born” page had the theme to Alice’s Restaurant with no special title
- the “Robert Redford” page had The Way We Were. The title was “To Alice, from Bob (with lust)”
- the “musician and his music” page was Bach’s Toccata and Fugue and the title was “Happy Bachday, Alice!”
- the “flowers” page was The Rose with no special title
See that site here: http://www.oconnormusic.org/aliceBD/birthday.htm
The last page of that site was particularly important. I’d emailed all of Alice’s past guest speakers and other PS members and compiled this list of great wishes: http://www.oconnormusic.org/aliceBD/guests.htm
We’d be up at 12:01 am, posting wishes, decorating message boards and doing the final touches for websites.
In 2003, I’d apparently posted a picture of Flora Dora (again!) and Alice responded:
MaryO, what can I say other than that it was a wonderful and beautiful surprise to see my guest announcement area turned into a beautiful, sparkling birthday greeting — and Flora Dora, Power Surge’s mascot and RR — but especially your beautiful wishes.
I responded:
After all these years, it’s getting harder and harder to come up with new ideas for how to do an online surprise. There have been a variety of different things for different birthdays, but I have to keep you guessing I hope that you don’t mind that I’m holding the announcement area hostage for a little longer.
I’m sure that many of the newer people don’t know who Flora Dora is, but she’s an essential part of Power Surge so she have to be included somehow – kinda like inviting your maiden aunt to Thanksgiving 🙂 Of course, RR is welcome – anytime! I’m so glad that I could make an online surprise for you again this year – maybe I should start planning for NEXT year already.
I hope we share many more birthdays together as the close friends we’ve become over the years.
On a more serious side, you’re very welcome for the “beautiful wishes”. Sometimes, words fail me and I don’t do things justice, but you and Power Surge have changed my life in so many ways that go beyond “simple” menopause issues. When I first came to Power Surge on AOL, I was a confirmed lurker, reading only, never posting.
The first chat I tried to hide out until you asked me a question, encouraging me to talk. This was all so scary for me, communicating with others – online or off. I can say with confidence, that I’m no longer a lurker on the boards and in the chats like I was, and that was all your doing. Thanks so much for that!
Now I just have to work on my real life lurkership! The knowlege I got here in Power Surge, even when I was lurking, helped me so much with my menopause, my symptoms, my everyday life. Like most everyone else, I learned about the way to help my meno symptoms and I’m so thankful of that, that I could be feeling better.
When my husband was very sick, close to death, my first December in PS, I wouldn’t post, but I would come home from the hospital and read everything that other people were posting. It seemed so great to me, and it was such a comfort to me to know that everyone was out there. I recognized people’s names and enjoyed “listening” to the banter and chatter, and that gave me something other than the hospital and my own worries to think about. No matter what the time of day was, I could always read and see that things were ok with the world, and know that we were going to survive this. What a wonderful community Power Surge is!
Things have come along way since then. My husband made it, thanks to a skilled surgeon and a LOT of prayer. And I gradually changed, too. I’m obviously not afraid to post anymore, or go to chats, and I really have you to thank for that. Over the years there have been many changes, the boards have moved, been started again from scratch, updated, all kinds of things, as have the chats, but one thing remains clear and unchanged – and that Power Surge isn’t just another “website”. It is a true community for women in midlife, something we can gain daily strength from. (sorry about the preposition!)
And it’s all because of you, Dearest Alice Stamm. Thank you so much, and I hope it was a wonderful birthday – you deserve the very best!
Hugs and thanks from the bottom of my heart! Mary
From the message boards in 2004:

From 2005:
We have decided to let you accept the responsibilities of a 6 year old again.
If you want to sail sticks across a fresh mud puddle and make ripples with rocks, that’s great.
If you want to think M&Ms are better than money, because you can eat them, they are calorie-free (today only!).
If you want to lie under a big Oak tree next summer and run a lemonade stand with your friends (and fellow Surgettes) on a hot summers day, we’ll give you a voucher.
That summer-time voucher is also good for walking on the beach and thinking of the sand between your toes and the prettiest seashell you can find. Or you can spend the afternoon climbing trees and riding your bike.
We are returning you to a time when life was simple. When all you knew were colors, addition tables and simple nursery rhymes. But that didn’t bother you, because you didn’t know what you didn’t know and you didn’t care. When all you knew was to be happy because you didn’t know all the things that should make you worried and upset.
You’re going to go to school and have snack time, recess, gym and field trips.
You’ll be so happy, nothing will make you upset.
We’re going to let you think that the world is fair. That everyone in it is honest and good…that anything is possible.
For today, you’re going to be oblivious to the complexity of life and be overly excited by little things once again, returned to the days when reading was fun.
No worries about time, bills, websites that crash, guest chats where the guest can’t get in, excess email, time….No more worry about computer crashes, mountains of paperwork, depressing news, aches, pains, doctor visits or illness.
We’re going to help you believe in the power of smiles, hugs, a kind word, truth, justice, peace, health, dreams, the imagination, mankind and making angels in the snow.
You’re going to be 6 again, for today (and probably some of us will want to join you!). From all of us…
QUOTE (Dearest @ Nov 10 2005, 09:23 AM)
Thank you all for your warm and wonderful birthday wishes.
A very special thank you to my friend, MaryO, for the beautiful greeting, for including Power Surge’s mascot, Flora Dora at the top of the screen — and especially for allowing me to be six again even if only for a day 🙂
And I said:
You know, you can always apply for an extension of the day being 6. Click here to apply.
Glad you had a great birthday and much-needed vacation. If you want to extend either of those, please let me know and I’ll see if I can locate an extension for either of those.
Happy Post-Birthday!
In 2006, Alice said:
Thank you ALL for your wonderful birthday wishes and beautiful sentiments about how much Power Surge means to and has done for you. That makes all the years of work that’s gone into this “community” worthwhile (with, perhaps, the exception of dealing with HACKERSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!) 🙂
I don’t know some of you very well. Others I know well and have established lovely friendships with. You know who you are. Thank you, too, for your beautiful flowers, birthday cards, online greetings, etc.
And thank you, my dear friend, MaryO, for starting this topic and for being the sister I never had 🙂 I’m so glad I impulsively decided to give myself a birthday present last month and called saying, “C’mon, let’s go to see Streisand!!” That was the highlight of my/our year. To be sitting so close to her, and SO close to and watching people mingle like: Bill and Hillary Clinton, Lauren Bacall, James Brolin, Katie Couric, Stephen Sondheim, Rosie O’Donnell, Sting, Hugh Jackman, Steven Spielberg, Regis and Joy Philbin, Sara Jessica Parker — and many, many others.
It was like the first time we met a few years ago and stopped into a restaurant only to find a few minutes later that Gena Rowlands, Ben Gazzara, Peter Bogdonovich, Carol Kane and others, whose names elude me at the moment, came in and sat at the table next to us. Knowing me, I had to go over and talk to them, especially Gena Rowlands, who’s still beautiful and elegant and was so gracious.
The past few years, starting with my emergency surgery and all the ensuing complications, my mom’s fall down the stairs and subsequent need for constant care, my dad passing away only four months later and my own ongoing and confusing health issues — too much stress.
The past few months have been better — we’ve both been through a LOT this year especially!
Special thanks to those of you who’ve generously given donations (some of you even more than once) to the site to help defray some of the expenses of running it.
I’m grateful to be alive and very proud of Power Surge and all the women (and men) it’s helped over the years plus all the wonderful women who participate in it 🙂
Alice
And I responded:
To be sitting so close to her…
You mean me…or Barbra? LOL
It was so amazing how that trip worked out. It was the most spontaneous thing I had ever done.
My son was home from grad school for “fall break” formerly known as Columbus Day weekend. He was flying back on Wednesday, through JFK.
After Alice got the tickets for Barbra on Monday (amazing in itself), I was able to get on Michael’s flight to JFK – only one trip to the airport! The flight number was the same as Alice’s street address. Do I hear Twilight Zone music?
What a great birthday gift you got for yourself – thank you so much for sharing it with me 🙂
Happy post-birthday!
From 2007
The top header on the boards:

Followed by

And Alice said…
Firstly, {{{{{MaryO}}}}, my old and dear friend, thank you for starting this topic and for the beautifully creative graphic and sentiments you made for my birthday. I don’t have to tell you what your friendship has meant to me all these years (you already know). Hugs!
Thank you all for your good wishes. Someone wrote to me, “I hope you had a peaceful birthday.” That’s exactly what it was . . . peaceful.
Thank you also for your kind words about Power Surge. It’s been a labor of love for 14 years . . . about to start its 15th year Feb. 3rd, 2008. I have a pretty good idea how many women’s lives have been impacted by this “community.” In all these years, including the start-up years on America Online, I’ve probably posted in the area of 100,000 messages on the numerous PS message boards. I can’t post as much as I used to any longer for many reasons, but I’m always working in the background to maintain this site that’s become a tremendous source of information and haven of support for all the visitors who come to it every day.
What started out as a blank page in an HTML editor has grown to exactly what I’d planned. I’m very proud of every facet of Power Surge including this message board.
Finally, thank you to all those who have made donations to Power Surge. I have thanked each and every one of you individually. Your donations have been helpful in defraying some of the ever-increasing costs involved with running Power Surge.
Again, thank you.
Best,
Dearest
Then, 2008


And that’s enough for this year. I have to save some out 🙂
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So, it’s 15 years since I made that first silly website. I’m still scrambling to get something to post by 12:01 am for your birthday.
I still can’t believe that you won’t be reading this later, calling me when UPS / amazon / FEDex arrives with gifts so we can open them “together”.
We’ve said it once, we’ve said it dozens of times. Even when we’re apart we’re

