We are now at the age that things are starting to happen to our friends and family, with the pace escalating as we get older.
Author Mary McGrath
Because of my father’s illness, having a job was something my mother always found to be extremely important.
What if women stopped coloring their hair? What if we forfeited manicures and pedicures, high heels and clothes that fit too tightly?
But poverty still sits in the corner of the room for me, and no matter what success I have attained, I have always feel like I am going to fall off a cliff and end up in the poorhouse once again.
Sally’s mind rolls backward to that fateful evening at 15, when her mother, diluting her sorrows with another round of gin, insisted her daughter needed to “try a little harder”.
I wasn’t dreaming. I was fully awake. Someone or something had settled beside me. This was the first time it had happened to me.
Diagnosing an ailment is like going on a scavenger hunt. You try and try, and if you’re lucky, you finally find what you’re looking for.
Do all of us start failing at these easy tasks? I hope not. I don’t think losing socks has much to do with age, but it’s easy to blame yourself.
When I was about 27, I attempted to make rice for the first time. I grew up watching I Love Lucy, and that was part of the problem.
After months of I Love Lucy re-runs, and vacuuming the carpet for hours at a time, I eventually learned a few coping strategies to help me get by.