On that day I felt like a woman on Oprah. Not the good kind of being a woman on Oprah, a woman who happens to visit for O’s Favorite Things and squeals like she’s never once received a present when Oprah introduces her to cashmere. No, this was the other kind of being a woman on [...]
Monthly Archives: November 2008
In reality
11.13.08 –
I read some of the reserved women of the Interwebs, some with cropped hair and wide patterned headbands and others with perfect kitchens and flourless recipes, and I wonder why I’m just so different from them. I wonder why they portray their lives as pictures of perfection, display windows of the 50s, why everything seems wrapped [...]
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11.10.08 –
I’m 35 today. No streamers needed, although confetti is always nice. Confetti and lots of wine.
I’m not sure why, but 35 seems like a pivotal year, mostly because it’s halfway to 70. Every time I think of my new age I automatically multiply it by 2. I am then unfailingly pleased that I never got [...]