I turned 40 two weeks ago.
I was all set to write my “I turned 40 and I’m gonna be fine” blog post, and then I saw this snarky tweet from the editor of… 615 more words
If you haven’t really experienced it, you don’t know. You just don’t.
You don’t know what it’s like to put on a skirt and purple tights, and stare for long minutes in the mirror, fretting the skirt is too short, that you’re showing too much of your definitely-not-skinny legs. 301 more words
So, it was the last day of 2015. I was determined to get outside in the (relative) warmth of a 40 degree day, and give Sadie a long, long walk to make up for all the hours I’d kept the poor pooch in the dreaded, hated car getting back from Norfolk. 660 more words
Astute readers may have noticed that I stopped blogging in the middle of my Berlin adventures. This is because, well, I was having those adventures, and decided to have them rather than write about them. 1,287 more words
Today was a gloomy, rainy, grey, and thoroughly blah day.
It’s also Veterans Day. Which, for those of you, like me, who didn’t know before now, commemorates the signing of the armistice that ended the hostilities of World War I (though the war wasn’t officially over until later). 488 more words