Over the summer, I watched my mother get ready to go out with friends. She stood in front of me, smoothing her top, and asked if she looked all right. She looked fine. (By fine I mean eh.) “Come on,” I said. I pulled out a hot-pink blouse hanging in her closet. We dug out some…
Tag: aging
Women of a Certain Age
Every now and again I come across a clutch of women in a corner. They’re usually talking in low voices about some new atrocity of aging. Some fresh circle of hell that comes with getting older, some hot flash of inspiration that goes hand in hand with reaching a certain..ahem.. age. I am that age. But…
Little Ditty about Jack and Diane
I hope Jack and Diane rang in the New Year by sucking on chili dogs out behind the Tastee Freez. I, on the other hand, celebrated by belting out the solid gold hits of my youth with friends. I should add that I can’t sing. Let me clarify: I can’t sing well. But I”m loud. And…
Life in the Middle Ages
Much like gaining weight, middle age seems to have snuck up on me. Sure, somewhere in the back of my mind I knew all those nights spent in front of the television with bowls of salty snacks would eventually come between me and the button of my jeans (sorry, Brooke, there is something between me…
Wine and Cheese (Doodles) 