Is it really what you make of it? Or is it just — time? — In some sick twist of time, I’m turning 54 next month. It’s not like I can’t count and don’t know what month it is, it’s just so — sudden. But also, not really. It didn’t happen overnight. At least one section of my body hurts at any given moment, on…

The Bitch Is Back — I think it’s safe to say summer is in full swing now. The heat is off, the air conditioning has been on round-the-clock more in June than I expected, and on some days I’ve been left with no choice but to wear a pair of shorts. Summer. ✅ ✅ ✅ …

It’s called life. And I’m living it. And you’re living it. And it sucks and it’s beautiful and it’s magical and unfair and it’s everything and nothing. It’s two things at once. It’s one hundred things at once. It’s feelings and facts. It’s false and it’s true. It’s tears and…

A Middle Child’s Reflections July 27, 1991 She was 44, I was 22. Just two months away from the birth of my first child, ever the asshole, Cancer took her away. With just two punches on her card, Cancer decided her dance card was full. Ripped it in half and…

What they told me to expect when I was expecting my third child — When I was growing my third child, my What To Expect When You’re Expecting book didn’t offer me a whole lot of new information. It did cover false labor which I hadn’t experienced until pregnancy number three. And there’s a section in the back of the book for tests you…

Me neither, friend. Me neither. We’re so quick to see ourselves as incomplete. Lacking. Absolutely incapable of doing something someone else is doing, if it looks hard. We immediately tell ourselves there’s no way we could do what they’re doing. We love to compare and contrast. Judge. Assume. But here’s…

and the voice I learned to listen to — I didn’t get much long term relationship experience in before my ex-husband came along. I also didn’t know that the quiet voice I felt inside, speaking up for me, was a voice I should listen to. Boundaries? What are those? All I knew was that a tall, young man with…

Boobs. Middle School. Life. — I’ve had a love/hate relationship with my breasts since 7th grade, when all of a sudden, breasts became a thing. When I desperately wanted something to be there, nothing was there. But I still insisted my mother buy me a bra so I could fit in with the status quo. …

Be gentle on yourselves, time is bananas —