My husband jabbed me in the ribs. “Check out Andy’s Christmas sweater!†We were sitting in church waiting for the choir to take their seats. My eyes followed my husband’s less than subtle, full arm extended, finger pointing. Andy sat facing the congregation. There was a suspicious gleam in his eyes…the gleam of a man delighting in the embarrassment he… Read More
Dried Cherries: Women and Midlife Sex, Part 4
“Sex at age ninety is like trying to shoot pool with a rope.†~George Burns Margaret is another example of an older woman who spent much of her adult life without a partner. She found love and marriage for the first time when she was forty years old. Margaret told me that once she laid eyes on Mike at a… Read More
Dried Cherries, Women and Midlife Sex, Part 3
“To hear many religious people talk, one would think God created the torso, head, legs and arms, but the devil slapped on the genitals.†~Don Schrader Cats in Heat My grandmother thought pretty much everything humans did was a sin, particularly if gratification was involved. Had enough to eat? Sin. Have money? Sin. Saying, “I’m proud of the job I… Read More
Davina and the Vagabonds: A Living Lesson In Being Divine And Refreshingly Vulnerable
Saturday night, Dec. 12th. The auditorium lights are down and the concert underway. My husband and I, arriving late, crab-walk into the dark seeking our seats. Fortunately, the row is empty, so I don’t have to drag my ample butt past disgruntled and timelier guests. Unfortunately, the row is empty, which means a lot of people are missing out on… Read More
Midlife Christmas Decorating Funk: How My Husband Revived My Spirit
“C’mere,” said my husband. “I have something to show you, and I know it will make you happy.” Normally when he says that it is accompanied by waggling eyebrows and a lecherous grin. “Yeah, yeah. I’ve seen THAT before,” I say. “Naw, not that. Come out to the workshop…” It turns out, like Christmas presents; love comes in all shapes… Read More
A snapshot of a glitter morning through the lens of a groggy midlife-aged woman…
Like furry gargoyles, our two cats, Giese and Pudgy, perch on the headboard of our bed and wait for their breakfast. If I sleep too long into the morning haze, they begin a choreographed plot of accidental pillow dives near my head. After the third or fourth “whoomp” of cat cannon-balling, I am forced to wake officially up. They… Read More
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