I thought I had nothing more to say about hot flashes; I was following that old chestnut of, “If you don’t have something nice to say, don’t say it at all.”  It turns out they were talking about people, not hot flashes. So I’m free to blather on a little more! I’m plagued by these […]

It’s morning. I wake up, already exhausted, looking forward to my afternoon nap. Is this what a middle aged, menopausal funk looks like? Is there something I can do about it? Whenever I ask others, the answer always seems to be yoga. Well, I say, “No-go” to yoga! Yoga, I have tried to love you, […]

I’ve been thinking a lot about love. I get it in spades from my children, feel the hugs from my friends, the occasional purr from my cats. But what’s missing, what’s really missing, is that sun-drenched, wind swept romantic love. I don’t think about it when I’m packing up lunches, enforcing bedtimes, and extolling the […]

They’re baaaack! This could apply to so many things in my life right now: hot flashes, gone after a brief stint on HRT that ended badly; acne, though it never really left; and the worst… neon colors for spring and summer! Having lived through a few fashion cycles, I never thought I’d see the day […]

Of all the I’ve-got-a-problem-help-me-solve-it-on-national-television-shows that I pretend not to watch, Hoarders is by far my preferred addiction. I even have my favorite therapists, as they are as much a part of the show as the cluttered hoards. Dr. Robin Zasio is my top choice: She gets sent to the worst places, and she handles it […]

I have become infected with a new slang. Thankfully it’s not the “whatever” and “totally random” that my daughter has been using with increasing alarm. It’s something I like to refer to as resumasian or resumeeze. After spending a whole weekend revising my résumé, I couldn’t help but get caught up in the madness. ‘Kids, […]

I am a crafty person, like Martha Stewart crafty. Over the years I have sewn many skirts, knitted my share of scarves, built bookcases and tables, and up-cycled dozens of garage sale finds. Making two beautiful children along with their own food supply (placentas totally count as creating your own organ!) would be among my […]

It was late one night when it happened. Not really late, just 40-something late: 10 o’clock. Kids were in bed, feet up on the couch, and I thought I felt like chatting on the phone. I sadly realized none of my friends would be awake, or have the time, or they’d be on the computer. […]