Sometimes Prevention Is the Best Medicine

Today I mailed in the reply card for Prevention Magazine. Yep, I’m going to subscribe to the magazine that 15 years ago, I thought was for old people.Somehow I couldn’t resist their direct mail piece. It wasn’t the headlines that got me (“Fight Fat After 40,” “Stop Wrinkles Now”)—well, maybe they got my attention a little bit. It was the woman on the cover. She appeared older than 40 and was definitely winning the battles against fat, with a zestful smile and a body that looked strong enough to kick my ass....more

How Will You Take Action in the New Year?

Did 2015 take anyone else by surprise? Despite the Christmas festivities that always signify year’s end, I simply wasn’t prepared when New Year’s Eve rolled around. I hadn’t reflected at all on 2014 and certainly hadn’t given much thought to what I want this year to look like....more

Goodbye, Christmas, It's Time to Move On

Am I the only one who feels relieved when Christmas is over? I don’t know about you, but as soon as December 26 rolls around, I feel the immediate urge to take down every single Christmas decoration and shove it in the attic for the next year. The day after Christmas is like the day after a night of binge drinking. The fun is over and now you have to peel yourself out of bed, head pounding, and deal with the mess....more
Ha ha, passed a Christmas Tree devoid of decorations out on the curb on the 27th December.  I ...more

Know When to Hold ’Em”: Playing the Forgiveness Card

Nothing taps into the hopeless romantic buried deep beneath my sarcastic exterior like a wedding. Such a magical event—the couple who radiates happiness, the toasts that bring on laughter and tears, the music and dancing (I especially love that part!).I love it all really, but the longer I am married, the more it is the ceremony itself that affects me. Two optimistic souls saying, “I’m a nut job. You’re a nut job. Let’s see if we can win this game of life together.”...more

How Do We Keep From Losing Ourselves?

This month one of my book clubs read “Where’d You Go, Bernadette?,” a fictional story of a highly creative, up-and-coming architect who becomes a recluse after suffering a professionally tragedy. After years of keeping to herself—and becoming more than a bit nutty in the process—she actually physically disappears to Antarctica of all places, and her husband and daughter must find her. I wanted to love the book since it had rave reviews, but even though it was funny at times, I couldn’t suspend my disbelief enough. Antarctica? Really?...more

Birthday Induced Nostalgia: Why Do They Grow Up So Quickly?

My baby turns seven this week, which means I've begun my yearly descent into weepiness and nostalgia that isn't PMS-induced. It's the birthday blues, and they've appeared like clockwork ever since her first birthday. ...more

How Do You Determine How Much Are You Worth?

Any woman nearing middle age—or in denial that she is in middle age because once you hit 40, middle age is always 10 years older than you are—has learned never to ask the question: “Does this make me look fat?”It’s, of course, an unfair question because if you’re asking it, you already think you look fat. So basically you’re asking the recipient of your question to either lie or hurt your feelings....more

Time Travel: 40-Something Style

Have you ever felt that confusing feeling that you’ve slipped into some kind of time-warped parallel universe? I’m not talking about time travel or even déjà vu. I’m referring to the feeling you get when you are experiencing a moment from the viewpoint of yourself at two different ages in time.This past weekend I experienced a trifecta of space-time weirdness when in the course of one evening, I felt 13, 22 and 41....more

Have You Learned to Be True to Yourself?

“To thine own self be true.”Shakespeare said it best. Of course, he was a dude, and having a penis seems to make it easier to live by this sentiment. (Yep, starting of this post with the “P” word!)...more

Can Home Depot Make You Hotter?

 Cat calls, whistles, inappropriate under-the-breath comments.Haven’t we women all felt that sickening feeling in the pits of our stomachs when we must walk solo passed a group of guys? We shrink up as small as possible as we slink by, desperately telling ourselves, “don’t make eye contact, don’t make eye contact” while simultaneously praying, “please don’t look at me, please don’t look at me.”...more