There were seven of them in my wedding dress - alternating from satin to tulle to netting, with an outer layer of sequined and beaded lace appliqués. I insisted that the buttons up my spine be functional, not just decorative, and the loops which they are designed to slip into make it a garment impossible … Continue reading Layers
This week I’ll begin my 27th year teaching. If you factor in my own years as a student, I’ve spent 45+ years of my life greeting September by returning to school. That’s a long time. Despite all those decades of experience, a new school year always comes with a combination of excitement and dread. Each … Continue reading Summer school(ed)
As a person who firmly believes that it’s better to regret doing something than not doing something, I don’t have many regrets in life. The few I do have consistently come from me kicking myself in the ass for not doing something that may have intimidated me or taken me out of my comfort zone. … Continue reading Regrets. I’ve had a few.
If my weekend had been a newspaper, perhaps even the local one from my childhood hometown, The Greenwood Lake News, I imagine it might look a little like what you’re about to read below. For the record, it was an exceptional edition. Automotive How I learned to stop - or, no more rolling stops. Many, … Continue reading Weekend headlines
Trigger warning: If you struggle with an eating disorder or body image issues, skip this post, please.) How do you respond to uncertainty or unexpected challenges? Are you inclined to yield to the universe and roll with it or do you instead try to grasp what you can and refuse to let go? I think … Continue reading Control freak
Midlife dating is…interesting. I’ve written before about how what one is seeking in a relationship evolves as time passes. Instead of a partner who can co-parent and co-sign, many 50-somethings are hoping to meet someone who can co-plan and co-pilot on life’s next big, and sometimes small, adventures. Ideally, for me, that special someone is … Continue reading How to screw yourself
Returning home from a two week vacation with your 16 y/o son on the same day your 22 y/o son temporarily moves back home for a couple of months, is not something I recommend. Especially when your older son’s style of packing doesn’t involve boxes or any real sense of organization. While my trip was … Continue reading Unpacking