A few weeks ago my husband and I found ourselves in a situation that doesn’t come often enough. We were home alone, and our three kids were out. As we were, let us say taking advantage of our good fortune, the doorbell rang. Our first kid wasn’t due home for another hour. We couldn’t imagine who would be at the door. Joe got out of bed and peaked out of our window. It … [Read more...]
49 Is the New 16
It is frequently noted in numerous magazine articles and TV shows that 50 is the new 30. With the calendar flipping closer and closer to October and my half-century birthday, I think I can safely say, that at least for me, this is not true. When I was 30 I lived in a high-rise Manhattan apartment with my husband and our cat. I worked in a beautiful Park Avenue office and … [Read more...]
Top Ten Reasons I Won’t Lie About My Age
A few weeks ago, I did something I vowed I would never do, I lied about my age. Well to be accurate, I didn’t so much lie as I stretched the definition of the late 60s to include 1965, the year I was born. I was submitting a piece to an online publication that caters to women in their 40s, and I didn’t want to advertise the fact that I would be leaving the club in less than … [Read more...]
The Page Turner
This week I feel every one of my 49 years. My nerves are shot. I’m tired and more than a little cranky. I’m in need of a makeover, or more appropriately, a rewrite. After years of guiltily reading romance novels, I’ve decided to take a page from one and reframe my life. I may even put a picture of my dishwasher dressed in a flowing gown on the cover. The … [Read more...]
For the Love of Joe
In a little over six months, I’ll hit the half century mark. When I made my entrance into the world in 1965, the milk man brought the white liquid in glass containers, calls were made on a rotary phone, and if you should be unlucky enough to fall asleep early on the night that Rudolph the Red Nose Reindeer, or A Charlie Brown Christmas was on, you were out of luck until the … [Read more...]
