‘ Carney ‘s House Party’ by Maud Hart Lovelace turned out to be surprising fun – a hundred years in the past!
I’m turning 44. I survived trauma, 3 recessions, a pandemic. There are miracles, there is anarchy and amidst all that, there is sense.
We think of firsts as one-time only things. We assume they’re the domain of the young, the uninitiated. The first time is so much more.
It’s not my birthday now but it is of a lot of people I love.
A new year is under way after all the things that 2020 was. Are we ready to let it go? Or are we still clinging to our wounds?
I watched @netflix_in #FabulousLives. I loved Neelam as a kid & even more now. At a self-confessed 50, she exudes the understated confidence that comes from riding life’s ups & downs. But there’s also a vulnerability, the hesitation about her looks, the uncertainty of comeback roles. Unlike the brittle tantrums…
Reading my medical file feels like a nostalgia trip & a mystery both in one. Sherlock Holmes & the case of falling blood pressure.
I feel like a character in someone else’s coming of age story. The kind about a young man discovering life, love and that, contrary to what his mama said, the universe does not revolve around him. I’m Sunday morning breakfast in a social calendar filled with boozy Saturday nights &…
I’m forty this year. I asked myself if my life was a work of art?
The 30s are early midlife crisis after the disillusionment of the 20s.