There was no dress rehearsal for being single. Suddenly my co-pilot was gone and I was flying solo.
How exhilarating it must be to feel the fresh air moving across your skin as you run half-naked without fear of assault or arrest.
I often hold points of view like race horses waiting at the gate to gallop forth from my mouth.
I think the all to common phenomenon of elder women feeling invisible is a symptom of the larger issues of…