This past Sunday, at precisely 5:39 a.m., I turned 75.
There’s a whole existential shtick about getting older, especially as it pertains to older women. We’re invisible, we’re cranky, we’re pushy, and we’re generally boring. Jane Fonda being the exception, women don’t generally talk about our age or about getting older in this society. We lie, Read More
As my 73rd birthday rounds the bend, I’ve been reflecting on where I’ve been in my personal happiness and Read More
Buy a coffin. Put the coffin in your living room. Fill the coffin with clothes that don’t fit, books you’ll Read More