I am middle-aged. If we want to get technical about it, since I am 47, I may actually be past middle-aged; if it means the middle of one’s…
This is water. Plain. Flat. Still. Boring. And apparently the only kind of water I can now drink at 45. It’s funny because although I’m halfway to 50,…
I’ve read a number of “Letters to My Younger Self” over the years, all very deep and thought-provoking. Pondering this concept recently, I wondered what I would offer…
As I careen through midlife, much like a fiery meteor might hurtle uncontrollably toward earth, I’ve begun to realize that there’s something really wonderful to be said…
It’s 3 a.m. again and I’m wide awake. I don’t know exactly when this change began but if I added up all the starts and stops, it might…
Somewhere in the midst of the school runs and packed lunches, I stopped taking care of myself. I’d ask you to raise your hand if you are also…
I’m a mid-life, out-of-shape housewife pretending to be a ballerina when my kid is at school. Why? Maybe it’s because I was deprived of ballet lessons growing up,…