I Said I’d Age Gracefully…But
I was nine years old when I read about facelifts for the first time in a Reader’s Digest “Big Book of Everything”. The accompanying photo was a gory close-up of the surgery in progress but there was also a before-and-after shot of Molly Parkin, who’d had a full facelift and admitted...
Life Looks Better from Up High
I’m not having the easiest time right now. Nothing serious; nothing life-changing or worth complaining about. Just the usual perfect stress-storm that whips through a life every few months or years, the pesky combination of factors that sometimes align in just such a way as to be a bit too much...
Flowers, From Actual Seeds
See those sweet peas, the ones in that photo? (They smell as beautiful as they look, by the way). They are the first flowers that I have ever grown from seed in my whole adult life. I am forty years old. I am not a natural gardener. Back in...
Hashtag Activism (and The Black-and-White Selfie)
They do the rounds every so often, don’t they? The “I chose to tag you because…” photo challenges, inevitably involving some sort of selfie (makeup-free, perhaps, or “with your children, to celebrate motherhood.”) Selfie after selfie swims into view on social media as a result. The latest one, tagged...
Regrets? I’ve had more than a few
I’ve been thinking about the idea of regret a lot lately. Because of my age, my peers who do not have children are in the “now or never” phase of their lives, so I am privy lately to a lot of the intense debate between child-free women and those...