Next week my sister turns 40. I would cackle with glee and do an evil little leprechaun dance except for that fact that she’s my younger sister and her turning 40 means that I’m well over 40. Schadenfreude, have you met my good friend irony? The internet abounds–it practically explodes–with advice about turning 40. What…
Tag: aging
We Go Together (like rama lamma lamma ka dinga da dinga dong)
This past weekend I traveled to London to make merry in honor of a friend’s 40th birthday. It was a celebration, not just of the birthday girl and her milestone, but of friendship. Old friends and new, those from close by and those from far away. For many of us, it was also a mini expat reunion….
Ode to Joy
It started to creep up on me about a year and a half ago. Slow, yet steady; a lengthening shadow across my field of vision. There was a tickle of the familiar, a vague recognition–that feeling of grasping the colors of your dream with the tip of your consciousness in the first, tiny seconds of…
All I Want For Christmas
Each December, my husband hefts a fir-tree over his left shoulder and carries it home. The last two Yuletides it has been wet and miserable, sideways wind and rain, yet he has done it anyway. We live in an area that offers free delivery of the Douglas Fir or Norwegian Spruce of your choice, yet he…
Wine and Cheese (Doodles) 