Empty Nest Got You Feeling Sad?
I knew having an empty nest would feel strange. I just didn’t realize it would feel like it happened so fast. One minute, I was rocking my babies to sleep, smelling that sweet baby shampoo smell, and grinning in the dark as I savored the moment. The next, I was trying...
Did I Just Buy the Best Desk Chair Ever? Or Did I Waste My Money? ALL33 Review
I Paid a Small Fortune for What May Be My Best Desk Chair Ever. Here’s How I Like It. If they ever make a documentary about me stalking my new ALL33 desk chair, I hope they get Sir David Attenborough to do the narration. NARRATOR: Tonight, on NOVA: As daylight breaks,...
How NOT to Be a Karen: The Ultimate Guide
In the era of “OK, Boomer” and millennial bashing, someone somewhere finally turned social media land’s attention to Karen. Of course, not every Karen is a Karen. Many (probably most) Karens are perfectly lovely people. Likewise, you don’t have to be Karen to “be a...
Midlife Rage: Because That Is Most Definitely NOT William Devane
Beating this periodic midlife rage thing is going to take some practice. Or bail money. Ever shock your normally even-tempered and rational self with the realization you’ve become a fire-breathing midlife rage dragon? Damn, I hate when that happens. But there we were,...
Crepe Erase Review On Day 21
When I saw an ad for Crepe Erase on my Facebook newsfeed, I was intrigued. I mean, Crepe Erase has Dorothy Hamill as a spokesperson, for Pete’s sake! Hey, I wore her hairstyle from about fifth-grade until eighth, and I know Dorothy wouldn’t lie, right?...
Midlife Hair, Don’t Care! (OK that’s a lie)
If your midlife hair in its natural state looks like you just finished a Jeep ride in a hurricane, with a chimpanzee giving you a makeover… I got you. My midlife hair is longer than I’ve ever worn it. Growing up, all the married women I knew had short hair. I thought...I Laughed Way Too Hard at This
Worse… I laughed at my own joke First, got to state up-front: I did not vote for him. I’m a Libertarian. With that little disclaimer out of the way… So, my son’s girlfriend and I went out for dinner at a new place in town. Everything was going...
That First Pancake
By now, it’s practically a non-event. The first is the worst, right? As a professional writer, most days it feels like the words flow, the ideas pop, and the end of the day has my to do list satisfyingly filled with crossed-off items. But there are days when the...