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

Times of Transition: How to Forge Through the Rings of Hell

This week I found myself sobbing uncontrollably in the bathroom. This was unexpected given that I’m not at all a crybaby. (Friends have told me I’d feel better if I cried more, but isn’t stoicism so much more productive?)It seems, however, the transition from renting urbanite to suburban home owner—and all that entailed mentally and physically—had taken me down the road toward a pity party of one....more

Why We Finally Caved to the ‘American Dream’

My husband and I have done two things we said we’d never do (and neither was reminiscent of 50 Shades of Grey). We bought a house and it’s in the suburbs.Isn’t this the American Dream? Perhaps for many people it is, but it’s never been our dream.After a condo-owning fiasco, we had sworn we’d never own property again. We’d happily fork over cash to a landlord if it meant trading in home maintenance and a hefty mortgage for more fun things, like dining out and European vacations....more

Walking Through A College Campus Evokes Mixed Emotions

My neighborhood has been teeming with new blood for the past two weeks—not with babies but instead with baby-faced college students.The townhouse we’ll be moving from in two weeks is just blocks from a college campus, and fresh-faced youngsters have descended upon the area like locusts. The electrifying combo of fear and excitement radiates off them like summer’s last heat....more