I was thinking about what I would do differently if I could hop in a time machine right now, go back and do this thing called life all over again. If I knew then what I know now, how would I live it differently? As much as I wish I could take a ride in […]
I saw more than fireworks flash before my eyes on the Fourth this year. As my view encouraged me to reminisce about my Twenties, I began to miss the spontaneous and carefree girl that I used to be during them.
With Father's Day fast-approaching, I think this title bears no explanation for what I chose to write about in this post. If you're a Daughter that has more feelings of just plain complicated rather than joy on a day that celebrates her Dad, then you are not alone.
As I leap into my forties and the chapter closes on These So-Called Thirties, a new one begins with Her Midlife Manifesto. This is my collection of thoughts and writings on life, love loss and other randomosities as I make my way through midlife’s complex journey.
