Bud asked if I liked spanking. Mike’s first email was an erotic story. The artist guy took me out to brunch then turned out to be penniless.
Read the full story »What We See In The Mirror and How We Feel About It
The work that we do and that we wish we did
Our emotional, spiritual, and intellectual selves
Mates, children, parents, siblings, friends
What we think about what’s happening outside our door
This chic new look has me fantasizing about Japanese designer clothes and moving to Manhattan. And when I’m not thinking about how much I hate my neck, I’m groovin’ on the cropped hair…
MidLifeBloggers is more of a boutique, a salon of sorts, offering well-written, thoughtful, provocative posts (be they prose, poetry, or visual arts) on each and every issue–big and small, real and imagined–that any one of us is experiencing as we are wending our way through this period in our lives.
Which is what I’m doing right now: pimping my most recent post for More.com….in which I whine about why I’m bad at pimping (my mama done brought me up right)–and why it’s crucial to this …
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 …
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