The Dirty Little Secret About Breast Biopsies
Trying to control my fear, I stand, half-naked, as my eyes dart about the darkened room and its unfamiliar instruments. Before me is a long table with an 8-inch hole cut into it about a third of the way down… Read More
A Brief Reflection (In A Mirror) At 50
When the email full of pictures arrived, I was eager to open it. The evening — a reception for work — had been a lot of fun and I was looking forward to seeing some professionally-shot photos of myself for a change, rather than a selfie…Read More
Dining On Our Fears
Last evening, nine other women and I — all “of a certain age” — stood awkwardly in a mutual friend’s kitchen. I knew two of the women in passing, but had never met the others, and they didn’t know each other, either. I looked at them, assessing; all were nicely put-together, tasteful makeup, attractive clothing…Read More
Becoming a Becoming Mother-in-Law
I, as perhaps you, have always hoped that each of my three children will, as adults, find positive, supportive partners with whom to share their lives. But holy heck, I still fell off my chair when my eldest son, at the tender age of 22, called me to announce his engagement…Read More