Red Room Where the Writers Are

I guess this could be another "you know you're getting older when" gag, but I've had a few jarring experiences centering on the slang use of the word "like" as a placeholder syl

Last night as I lay in semi-collapse in front of the television watching my taped Top Chef, I forgot to Tivo myself past one commercial.  It was for a show about mothers, women, from Oran

For everyone who manages to live into their Social Security years, a rite of passage occurs upon leaving your fifties behind.  Each decade, of course, marks a significant passage and allows for re

A Fabulous Discovery:

I have always been one of those people who got on her high horse about women who choose to undergo plastic surgery. The only problem is that my horse got so high I can no longer even mount it.

I remember reading something in a book by Doris Lessing—I think it was one of her "space fiction" series, maybe Shikasta.

So many things mark our entry into older age that it hardly seems worthwhile talking about them.  Certainly I have detailed enough about the slowly changing body on these pages.  But I do want to

Michael walked out of our bedroom yesterday and said, "Why is there a bottle called FatGirl Slim on the bathroom counter."

I have always been a sucker for anyone who carries a dream in their pocket, despite all the obstacles in its way—like pocket lint, car keys or a soul-sucking full-time job.