She Let Herself Go

…aging on the way to old? Well that is too much. There is too much raw energy, too much bare anger and rage and all the feelings worn on the outside, showing, demanding we look.

Is It Hot in Here?

Unlike John Denver’s musical ode to West Virginia, I am most decidedly not in almost heaven. More like almost hell. I know I’m not in hell because if I were in hell I would be experiencing the Inferno-esque thermo-nuclear changes my body is throwing at me while a man followed me around explaining to me I’m…

F Words

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…

Stop the Ride, I Want to Get Off!

If I reach back into my memory, back before the kids and the husband, stretch past the boyfriends and the general debauchery that defined my twenties, strain past that first bittersweet taste of adulthood, I can just about remember what life was like as a teenage girl, how weighted with importance everything seemed. Back then, before…