One day it struck me, as I was listening to Swift’s song how well the word “fifty” fit in the title spot. I decided to write the rest of the song.

Really, I was afraid of making the wrong decision. At the age of 43, I didn’t want to start down a road, using up precious time and money, and then realizing it was a road I didn’t want to be on after all.

During a routine visit a few days ago, we explored a new frontier in our doctor/patient relationship…one not yet (or hopefully ever to be) explored with my husband.

Last year I wasn’t dating anyone. I don’t recall right now how I spent that day, probably with my head in a bottle of wine- red, of course. Celebrating some form of self love, hopefully. But I was probably bemoaning my fate as a single woman…

I want to live
right through to the end in full frontal
engagement, awake to everything.

Time really does move faster when you’re older….I just blinked and 2009 had passed me by before I realized it…and 2010 is already moving just as fast!

Since I’m roughly halfway through my life, you can expect the following to be half wise.

She was beautiful, smart and funny and I had an enormous schoolboy crush on her.

When we were introduced, I felt SOMETHING. Slightly muted, but it was there. Chemistry, perhaps, smothered in a few coats of dust

I watched Men of A Certain Age last night for the first time.  That may be because last night was the first night it was on.  Or maybe I’m just a late bloomer, being all …

I can see How To Save Your Own Life on the bedside table of someone who likes to fall asleep at night with something spiritually-provocative on their mind

As I lolled in the sand in a state of total relaxation and bliss, I had a revelation…