My husband Kevin and I will be celebrating our 28th anniversary this year. No small feat, for sure. What’s our secret to a thriving midlife marriage, besides not killing each other in our sleep? Being married for a quarter century or more takes a lot of work, but I’ve boiled it down to a few key “staying strategies.”
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I buckled down one Sunday afternoon to tackle the weekly meal plan. But the reality of it took a turn for the worse mid-week, as my carefully crafted meal plan morphed into a meal ban, one dreadful dinner at a time.
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As a freelance writer, I’ve been busy republishing my blog content on other websites and writing original content for print magazines and online platforms, which helps me rebuild my writing portfolio, gain exposure, build “my brand” and get paid—one article at a time.
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Besides the fact that I suffer from fashion dyslexia (i.e., the inability to differentiate between a tunic and a top), I struggle to find clothing that flatters midlife women, so I’d like to offer a few ideas. For starters, everything should be made with a wicking material (a.k.a. hot flash fabric) that automatically adjusts to sudden and intense changes in body temperature. Then use this wicking wonder-cloth to create these coveted midlife wardrobe staples: 1. All-You-Can-Eat Pasta Pants, 2. I’ve-Got-a-Baby-Bump-But-There’s-No-Baby Tops, 3. Cellulite-Is-The-New-Skinny Skinny Jeans.
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My well-intentioned husband bought me a Fitbit, but I’m practically hanging my head in ungrateful shame as I return it. To get the most out of my Fitbit, I need to wear it all the time, shackling me like an I’m-on-house-arrest ankle bracelet. What does this say about me if I return a gift because I don’t like it? What kind of monster am I?
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