And I’m laughing, snorting even, in that not-so-subtle way that demands you ask me, “what’s so funny?”

Do you like pretty things?  Do you like pretty, sparkly things?  Do you like pretty, sparkly things  that dangle gracefully from your earlobes?  Do you like these?
Would you like to see them dangling gracefully from …

I just ordered a bathing suit.  It’s still February and I’m looking at swimwear.  I do this every year.  And every year, I pass on the opportunity to clothe my body for a season of …

Yes they do. Every day. In almost every way. This, as much as used-up eggs and hot flashes, seems to be a fact of my midlife.
Once, in my glory days, I could …

They have some nice looking stuff, but most of it requires layering (because it’s too skimpy to be worn without something under it or over it).

The fear in the back of my mind, though, is that I could be that woman in the flowered leggings and gym shorts. Maybe not this minute, but someday. It was almost like a premonition.

Now that I’m finished with chemotherapy, my hair is growing back….The Jane Fonda Klute wig I’ve been wearing will soon be a relic, so here I stand at the crossroads: go gray or say nay?

…we Americans almost universally associate “greying” with aging. Which is strange considering the fact that I know men who are completely bald by thirty, and we don’t use the word “balding” as a way of referring to states of degeneration.

The eye shadow was the first to go. Instead of making me look youthful and wide-eyed, it began to make me look tired and slightly clownish, like I’d lost a run-in with a tropical fish.

By Laura G. of Rebellious Thoughts of a Woman
Perhaps the most serious flaw or failure to appear in my closet is pants. This may be news to the clothing companies, but women have thighs …