Perrie is the newest MidLifeBlogger. You can find her at Perrie Meno-Pudge, where she lives and works and puts her finger on exactly the right spot for tickling MidLifeBloggers’ fancies. Lucky us, Perrie and the gang will be appearing here weekly ‘Cause you know we really need our fancies tickled.

Two completely disconnected events last week got me thinking about just that and how sometimes we need reminding that we are ultimately in charge of how we handle our fears.

If you’re in your 20’s and have read this far, don’t think that people twice your age don’t have a clue about pop culture or the Next Big Thing. We saw it coming.

At fifty-three, I have to laugh when I hear people claim that fifty is the new thirty, or that aging is all in your head. The truth is, it’s a lot of work to stay young. Which isn’t the same thing as remaining youthful.

“How much will you hate me if I tell you that the word ‘reinvention’ is beginning to irritate me. Buzz words have that effect on me. Their familiarity breeds contempt, not to mention antipathy. Today in my annoyed …

While she was gone, I removed my shirt and bra and put on a hospital gown. My nipples might have blushed a little at the thought of being seen by a stranger.

I’m missing writing on ByJane. I’m missing doodling with keyboard and I’m missing venting and I’m missing sharing my every this, that or the other. MidLifeBloggers seems too–I dunno–grownup to just mess about on. Or …

We’re at different stages at different times of our lives. We may go back and forth through being out in the world and being inward.

…and what it may mean to us when we can’t talk about it.  This is my latest post for More.com.  Go read it and if you’re so inclined, hit the I Like This button.  I …