I was 36 years old, a divorced mother of two boys. I worked full time in a law office and was putting myself though college to finish a degree that I couldn’t afford (but couldn’t afford not to get.) I was depressed, obese, and had cut my hair short to look like Halle Barry’s.  It … More Kryptonite


The Zodiac Killer

I look around, and it seems strange to me that people are still going about their normal business.  Others seem nonplussed about the news, but surely, like me, they must be reeling on the inside.  Yes, it was weeks ago, but my shattered life is still in pieces and I’m trying to hold my shit together … More The Zodiac Killer

The Blanket

Originally posted on Not a Day Over 45:
Kate of my dreaming Unruly spirals of strawberry silk Eyes as blue as his Your chubby hand touches my face and I am awake. I don’t think a March 13 will ever begin with anything but tears for me. As I was lying in bed this night before,…

Mirror, Mirror; Or…Why I Bought A Dress I Thought I Shouldn’t Wear

Shopping in your forties is the exact opposite of shopping in your twenties. In 1990, I found all sorts of awesome clothes (read: peg legged Hammer pants, acrylic jacquard sweaters, little black dresses) that fit my rockin’ pre-baby, pre-Martha-Stewart-Living, pre-peri-menopausal body; I could afford to buy exactly none of them.  Now, I have the means … More Mirror, Mirror; Or…Why I Bought A Dress I Thought I Shouldn’t Wear