At a certain age, you stop caring about trends and start caring about survival. And by “survival,” I mean the survival of your wine glasses.
Category: Midlife Crossroads
The past does not own the future
As the calendar turns and a new month unfolds of a still new year, many of us feel the familiar mix of hope and hesitation.
What Time Never Stole From Me
Let’s be honest: time has stolen quite a bit, and these are all intangible assets that can’t be ordered online. My waistline, for one. The
I Eat Alone, But Not Lonely
I am often asked what the hardest thing is about living the quiet, reclusive life that I do. In order to answer that, I have
The Versions of Us
We are not who we were five months ago, five years ago, let alone five decades ago. Life, with its seasons and shifts, demands adaptation,
Questions my parents never asked me
There is something about birthdays that makes you incorrigibly nostalgic and reflective, as if the person staring back at you in the mirror demands that
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