Age

I’m just checking in with you to say that I can’t blog right now. I’m working on a new book. A novel. Science fiction romance. About a woman who philanders with a robot and how it saves her marriage. Working title is “The Toothbrush.” Target release date is Spring 2022.

Our life is better thanks to the efforts of thousands of people we don’t even know, the public good in action.  

My jean jacket is wabi-sabi style in the Japanese aesthetic tradition of appreciating the imperfect, the impermanent, and the incomplete.

I love the complexity of our relationship, even when one of us is obviously completely wrong. And we both know who that is, right?

When mature women enter an exciting new phase in their lives and re-discover themselves as individuals, that’s Self-Discovery 2.0.

You choose how to change your life by choosing how to think about yourself, the story you tell yourself about who you are. Your choice.

Age — it’s what’s for dinner. Still I’m plagued by vanity and stared at myself in the mirror with air-sucking shock. Jowls! Wattles! Droops!