The 45 year-old me was quite different than the 25 year-old party girl. I was now older, more mature, more responsible, a mom, and a little jaded.
As a school kid I was always picked last in sports. Gym was a special kind of nightmare. But when I started hitting tennis balls, I was smitten.
There is something you, as a homeowner can do now to help minimize the risk of losing a buyer for your house. Schedule a pre-inspection!
This Wonder Woman shit ain’t pretty – I can only do what I can do. I’m looking for meaningful work to pay the bills while trying to write and share my truth.
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”.
Two different holidays with one common theme — eggs! Try these two recipes for company on this holiday weekend.
She came to me again at some point and pleaded her case further, believing that the tattoo she wanted and the reasoning behind it would soften me. Her dad died when she was 12. What she was proposing was a small tattoo, on the inside of her arm, of his very recognizable signature.
I have a theory that menopausal symptoms could be our bodies urging us to finally pay very careful attention to how we are treating them.
Back then in my innocent, happy days, the thought of having my name on a headstone before I died seemed, well, creepy.