Nothing taps into the hopeless romantic
buried deep beneath my sarcastic exterior like a wedding. Such a magical
event—the couple who radiates happiness, the toasts that bring on laughter and
tears, the music and dancing (I especially love that part!).
I love it all really, but the longer I
am married, the more it is the ceremony itself that affects me. Two optimistic
souls saying, “I’m a nut job. You’re a nut job. Let’s see if we can win this
game of life together.”
Ok, so that’s not in most vows, but
isn’t it ...
This month one of my book clubs read
“Where’d You Go, Bernadette?,” a fictional story of a highly creative,
up-and-coming architect who becomes a recluse after suffering a professionally
tragedy. After years of keeping to herself—and becoming more than a bit nutty
in the process—she actually physically disappears to Antarctica of all places,
and her husband and daughter must find her.
I wanted to love the book since it had
rave reviews, but even though it was funny at times, I couldn’t suspend my
disbelief enough. Antarctica? Really?
The real problem, though, was that I
Any woman nearing middle age—or in
denial that she is in middle age because once you hit 40, middle age is always
10 years older than you are—has learned never to ask the question: “Does this
make me look fat?”
It’s, of course, an unfair question
because if you’re asking it, you already think you look fat. So basically
you’re asking the recipient of your question to either lie or hurt your
The wise nearly middle-aged woman simply
says to herself, “so what if my ass looks huge, these pants are fun and I ...
My baby turns 7 this week, which means I’ve
begun my yearly descent into weepiness and nostalgia that isn’t PMS-induced. It’s
the birthday blues, and they’ve appeared like clockwork ever since her first
I actually thought I’d escaped tear-free
this year, but no, I simply hadn’t been triggered yet. Yesterday my daughter and
11 friends celebrated by making journals out of cereal boxes at her recycled
art–themed party. Her smile beamed as she listened to friends from her current
school and last year’s school singing rousing renditions of both “Happy
Have you ever felt that confusing
feeling that you’ve slipped into some kind of time-warped parallel universe? I’m
not talking about time travel or even déjà vu. I’m referring to the feeling you
get when you are experiencing a moment from the viewpoint of yourself at two
different ages in time.
This past weekend I experienced a
trifecta of space-time weirdness when in the course of one evening, I felt 13,
22 and 41.
My husband and I went out for dinner and
drinks with my college and post-college roommate and her husband. At one point