Age is climbing up on me like kudzu, and I feel like I need a plan for what to do with it.
Body Image
Some Nights
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.
Think Like A Uterus
Yes, Virginia, the world is organized around the male sex drive. Otherwise, why would we have stilettos?
Be Cool
It was just one errant grey wire poking through the brown, looking out of place — just one hair. But I was horrified.
My Ugly Shoes
It doesn’t seem fair that the only fat that disappears with age is the fat no one could see in the first place.
Solo Flight
There was no dress rehearsal for being single. Suddenly my co-pilot was gone and I was flying solo.
Free the Nipple
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.