Blog Archives for tag middle-age

Tortured Tenderness

I really don’t mean to be a bummer, but I just googled Saint Valentine and learned that, not only was… Continue reading »

My Freudian Half-slip

When I was seven, the scariest place in the world was under my bed. It was a double, so there… Continue reading »

Easy Street Detour

When I was 26 years old, I thought 46 was ancient. That 20-year span of life seemed like eons back… Continue reading »

Redefining Hang Ten

Whether it was pouring cold from the garden hose, stagnating in a blow up pool, or sparkling blue below the… Continue reading »

All I want for my birthday

My husband totally forgot it was my birthday this year. But you know, I’m so easy going, it really didn’t… Continue reading »

Never lose your cool

My brother grabbed the chrome knob of our Buick’s radio and cranked it up, hoping Mom wouldn’t complain. From the… Continue reading »