The year of 40

1978

It’s here. My forties. As of 11:15pm tonight, I will officially be 40 years old. Damn. It that really possible? That I’m 40 already? I don’t feel 40. Ok, well, that’s a lie. Sometimes my knees feel 40 and all the grey underneath the hair dye might just give you a clue of my actual… [Read More]

Glasses and MRIs: Things keep changing

My children had six weeks of camp this summer and we’re on week five.  During this time it was my plan to do all the things that are a huge pain in the ass to do WITH them, including work and writing. I checked off the dermatologist and my general practitioner to discuss my migraines…. [Read More]