My Journey Through the Increasing Invisibility of Middle Age
I went to the grocery store yesterday looking like something the cat dragged in. Seriously, I don't think I've ever gone out in public looking quite so scruffy. My (happily) graying hair was a little dirty and pulled into an extremely messy bun. I was wearing baggy jeans tucked sloppily into my faux Uggs, and had so many layers underneath my coat that I looked about four sizes bigger than I actually am.
People with Depression Don’t Have “Low Vibes” or the “Wrong Mindset”
I used to email my friend, Leslie, every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday to check in on our progress around our latest set of goals. Every conversation we had centered around what we were striving for and where we were heading.
How Childlessness and Impending Apocalypse Have Made Me Rethink the Concept of “Legacy”
Someday, I will be forgotten. Probably sooner than I'd hoped.