When I took the SAT back in the 1980s, I prepped for weeks, felt like a bundle of nerves on test day and sweated the results afterward, knowing these scores would determine my future. Thanks to the SAT, all my intellectual insecurities bubbled to the surface. Would I get in my first-choice college? Would I win any scholarships? Would I be… Read more »
I feel like Andy Rooney* when I say this, but did you ever notice that you can’t remember where you put your car keys or what you ate for breakfast this morning, but you can remember every word to a song from 1978? Get ready for a midlife pop quiz that will make you feel confident that your gray matter… Read more »
My husband Kevin and I will be celebrating our 28th anniversary this year. No small feat, for sure. What’s our secret to a thriving midlife marriage, besides not killing each other in our sleep? Being married for a quarter century or more takes a lot of work, but I’ve boiled it down to a few key “staying strategies.”
Besides the fact that I suffer from fashion dyslexia (i.e., the inability to differentiate between a tunic and a top), I struggle to find clothing that flatters midlife women, so I’d like to offer a few ideas. For starters, everything should be made with a wicking material (a.k.a. hot flash fabric) that automatically adjusts to sudden and intense changes in body temperature. Then use this wicking wonder-cloth to create these coveted midlife wardrobe staples: 1. All-You-Can-Eat Pasta Pants, 2. I’ve-Got-a-Baby-Bump-But-There’s-No-Baby Tops, 3. Cellulite-Is-The-New-Skinny Skinny Jeans.
My well-intentioned husband bought me a Fitbit, but I’m practically hanging my head in ungrateful shame as I return it. To get the most out of my Fitbit, I need to wear it all the time, shackling me like an I’m-on-house-arrest ankle bracelet. What does this say about me if I return a gift because I don’t like it? What kind of monster am I?