It happened. Yesterday around 11:20 p.m. I don’t feel any different. But man, it was big. BigBoy brought me coffee in bed, which was so sweet, but then he looked intently in my eyes and said, “Yep, you look old Mom.” Great. Hello, Forty. Yes, I turned forty. Yes, Four-Ohhhh. As in “Ohhh my goodness,…
Ok, look. I made an impulse beauty buy from Living Social that toes my line of vanity “work” or “maintenance” as many women (but particularly Nora Ephron in one of my favorite books, I Feel Bad About My Neck and Other Thoughts on Being Woman) describe. I have a level of unease about plastic surgery…
Hello Muffin Top. Can’t say it’s nice to see you again, but I knew you were coming. Quite frankly, I like the food during the holidays, but mostly the sweet stuff. And I’m okay with my choices. I’m not going to berate myself over what I have done. Nope, not this time. I’ve got my…
So I’m 39 and I think I may be pre-menopausal. If you want the first part of the story click the link. So I went to see my HMO-covered doctor after I suffered through a third month of those volatile womanly symptoms. Three months was enough. It was gross and I couldn’t afford two days…
Can we talk about boobs for a minute? While some of you during this time of year are pulling out your turtlenecks and cashmeres, we in San Diego are still enjoying summer. Typically our summers take place during July, August and September. Fall doesn’t really get into full swing until November. And this year, we…
Last weekend I met my parents out in Phoenix. We were to go to a dear family friends’ memorial service. Not the happiest of reasons to go, but good to see old friends and where we all used to live. BabyD and I made the trek across the 6+ hours of arid landscape. I do…
A dear friend invited me over to have a play date, a glass of wine, and hopefully a slip in the hot tub. I can assure you it wasn’t as sexy as it may sound. We were just hoping to catch a moment of relaxation and bubbles while the kids ran around. In short, it…
Where am I these days? Am I lost? No. Well maybe a little bit. I’m working on finding my way through a storm. Am I okay? Yes, but weary. I need to find my peaceful waters. I am close. I can feel it. So, how do I get there? Writing. I can feel my way…
