Category archives: Life Reflections
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 ...
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
“To thine own self be true.”
Shakespeare said it best. Of course, he
was a dude, and having a penis seems to make it easier to live by this
sentiment. (Yep, starting of this post with the “P” word!)
I’ve never met a woman of any age who
hasn’t struggled with being true to herself. From the time we are born, we seem
to spend our lives living up to others’ expectations and needs. The good news,
I’m finding, is that with age, we begin to listen to our needs. Or maybe it’s
that our needs ...
This week I found myself sobbing
uncontrollably in the bathroom. This was unexpected given that I’m not at all a
crybaby. (Friends have told me I’d feel better if I cried more, but isn’t
stoicism so much more productive?)
It seems, however, the transition from
renting urbanite to suburban home owner—and all that entailed mentally and
physically—had taken me down the road toward a pity party of one.
What I’ve learned about transitions in
the past decade is that they are essential to our growth, but they are also
akin to forging through Dante ...
My husband and I have done two things we
said we’d never do (and neither was reminiscent of 50 Shades of Grey). We bought a house and it’s in the suburbs.
Isn’t this the American Dream? Perhaps
for many people it is, but it’s never been our dream.
After a condo-owning fiasco, we had sworn
we’d never own property again. We’d happily fork over cash to a landlord if it
meant trading in home maintenance and a hefty mortgage for more fun things,
like dining out and European vacations.
Plus, our anti-car sentiment has ...