Getting rid of “stuff” ain’t easy!
Circling
I don’t want to write today. I don’t want to read, to research, to converse, to put on a happy face. I don’t want to shower and dress. I don’t want to pace my rooms, to walk my neighborhood, to clean another goddamn pile, to open the door to the fridge and slam it shut, […]
Midlife Mix-Master: Overwhelmed, Underwhelmed, and Worried Sick
When midlife begins to grind you up and spit you out…
Anti Anti-Aging, Pro Great Glow
I thought it was the usual – a skinnied-down version of a new magazine in a world gone virtual. Daring, I thought, as attempting any sort of print publication in this age of the Internet is an uphill battle. But I set aside the bills from the mailbox, and sat down to page through. I […]
Our Bodies, Ourselves, and Helen Mirren
The title was irresistible – This Just In!!! Read All About It!!! That was yesterday, on one of my favorite sites, written by the incredible Tish Jett, A Femme d’Un Certain Age. And the hot item? The fact that award-winning Helen Mirren, who just turned 66, had been graced with the title of Best Body, […]
He Says, She Says: Why Men and Women Communicate Differently
I was watching her face intently as she asked questions. I listened as he offered responses in a kind and measured fashion. She was expressing emotions. Her feelings were revealed in words, in the tilt of her head downward, and the sadness in her eyes. He is her son; they share a long history and […]
Midlife (And Magical Thinking)
Midlife madness? Never went through it. No string of affairs, no taking up bungee jumping, no lifting my boobs or making them bigger (or smaller). No buying myself a hot little red MG. I know, I know. I’m showing my age on that one. But then – I’m talking about age. Midlife! Women at midlife! […]
Deal Breakers
A list of non-negotiables before marriage, and maybe after.
Bien dans sa peau, bien dans sa tête. . .
The French approach to amour, or at least the dating scene? Feel good about yourself first.
My Mirror, My Mug
I look in the mirror and blink. I stare at the face staring back. Who is she? No wide-eyed adolescent, that’s for sure. Nor is she a young woman, though I might like to pretend otherwise. These days, I hardly recognize myself. Yes, it’s fatigue. But something more is going on. Something we think will […]