Aging

I remember in my early twenties studying older women (old, as in over 30), and feeling sorry for them.  How

I read this article about how the traditional Midlife Crisis means little to nothing to my generation (of White People)

I can’t talk to my mom about any of my physical ailments because I know it will begin with, “As

I recently saw an Old Friend/Ex-Something who, for a variety of boring reasons, ended up taking me for a ride

I woke up this morning, and, in that hazy half-dream state realized that I didn’t know how old I am.

I had been feeling isolated as a writer, which isn’t hard to come by when you spend hours alone staring

I’m still “tripping” over my high school reunion. Since I had beacoup servings of alcohol from a very generous bartender,

High school reunion. Oh. My. God. Rum. You look great! Now, who are you? (Look at name tag). Oh, my

Each year of my life has a theme (I just don’t remember them all). 2006 was The Year of Yes,

I had a birthday, and got depressed. No, not because I’m one year older and, therefore, closer to death. I