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...
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...
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...
Dear Diary…not a lot happened, actually
On Friday night, admittedly a few cocktails down, I clambered (gracelessly, with much grumbling) into our dusty overstuffed attic on a quest to find an old photograph I could picture in my head and that I just knew I must have kept. I didn’t find it. What I did unearth, however,...
Four Decades
Forty. It has happened. I can’t quite believe I’m this…old. (I know it’s not actually old). Nevertheless, here I am. I’ve had four whole decades of living inside my own head, which — I won’t lie — is quite an exhausting place to be, at times. Here are ten...