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…
Tag: middle-age
Tales From A Middle-Aged Marriage
I have a weak spot for sap and sloppy sentimentality, especially when it comes to music. I mean, truly. I get misty just thinking about Total Eclipse of the Heart. So you can imagine how fraught with emotion my middle-aged self was last week when John Legend’s All of Me came up on my son’s…
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…
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…
Wine and Cheese (Doodles) 