Pushing on a Rope
midlife
Unwanted attention
Hidden in that “other” category of personal messages on my Facebook account, I found this note left by a hunky-looking guy named Alex last week: Hello. I came across your profile, you look stunning and you have lovely smile too, may i get to know you… if you don’t mind. Creepy, right? As I deleted … Continue reading
More wrinkles in time
It’s tough, but I’ve managed to make peace with the growing crop of white hair on my head, with the fact that I’m ready for bed earlier and earlier, and that I need progressive lenses. Hell, I’m even (almost) over the fact that my bras now require “age-defying lift.” But every time I think I’ve … Continue reading
Wrinkles … and time
Apparently, it’s official: I’m old. Time magazine thinks so. Within days of my birthday a few weeks ago, they sent me a note in the mail, asking me to renew my subscription. For the senior citizen rate. Catherine danced around the house fairly crowing: “It’s because you’re old.” Remember my trip to the eye doctor … Continue reading
Just roll with it, baby
For a brief time today, I was sure I could do almost anything. Tim Roberts has that effect on a girl. He’s an amazing choreographer and dance teacher, and we were lucky to have him visit us at Jazzercise of Southwestern Connecticut for a hip-hop class that we turned into a holiday celebration. In just … Continue reading
Hey Santa: Here are my Christmas wishes this year
Dear Santa: I know it’s been awhile since I’ve written, but I’ve been extra good this year and have some special present requests in mind. I’m sure you still have the naughty-nice tracking thing going, probably digitized by now, but in case not, here are some highlights of my year: My family has been fed … Continue reading
Text messages from the edge
As I noted in my last post, it’s been a helluva week. Not all bad, definitely some good mixed in, but an absolutely stressful, crazy, whirlwind few days. Enough to send me, hyperventilating, into any available quiet space to center myself, even for a few minutes, so I could make it through another couple of … Continue reading
Life outside the comfort zone
Last night marked another watershed moment in my vow to live out loud. I was monitored by Quality Control as I taught a Jazzercise class. It was my first review since getting certified in May. All week I was sweating it — double-checking my set, getting up even earlier to practice the routines, hoping I … Continue reading
Roar emotion
Anyone else out there wondering why midlife seems to be the adolescence you never had? I have always been a pretty straight-laced, quiet, by-the-book sort of person. I used to stay in my little box most of the time, rarely venturing out of the comfort zone. As I climb through my 40s, however I’m throwing more and … Continue reading
Let’s hear it for the girls!
Male readers of this blog: Avert your eyes. I need to talk to the girls about … well … the girls. Saturday afternoon found me shopping for bras in Macy’s. Time, Tide and my new Body by Jazzercise made the excursion necessary. The old undergarments were no longer holding up their end of the bargain and I needed … Continue reading
Isn’t it romantic?
Only 8:30 and I’m all tucked in for the night. It is yet another Friday night to remember. Catherine is participating in a youth group overnight at our church, so you’d think the mice would play. You’d be wrong, however. I’m here alone talking to you and Basil is grabbing a nightcap. So it is … Continue reading
Pushing on a Rope 