Age is climbing up on me like kudzu, and I feel like I need a plan for what to do with it.
There weren’t enough hours in the day to process my life story, and it spills over into the dark when my dreams should be power washing my brain.
Yes, Virginia, the world is organized around the male sex drive. Otherwise, why would we have stilettos?
It was just one errant grey wire poking through the brown, looking out of place — just one hair. But I was horrified.
It doesn’t seem fair that the only fat that disappears with age is the fat no one could see in the first place.
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.