‘Cafe Toxic’ & Mama Grizzly

One of the “mixed blessings” that can come with midlife is perspective. Experience. Being able to call a spade a spade. Spot a fake a mile off. Acquiring the fine art of telling someone to go to hell in such a way that they enjoy the trip. The flip side of the mix is when … Continue reading ‘Cafe Toxic’ & Mama Grizzly

Oo, Shiney!

You wake up one day and your hair’s turning gray. You may have put on a few pounds. Gained a few more lines around the eyes or mouth. The spring in your step isn’t quite as springy as it used to be. It’s not that you’re “old” (whatever that means). You’re just not young anymore. … Continue reading Oo, Shiney!

What Does “Years Old” Mean, Anyway?

Back when I was young and foolish – like last week – “50 years old” sounded positively Methuselahian. Over the hill. Older than dirt. "Fifty years old" sounds dinosaur-ish to a 25 year-old. Or even a 30 year-old. Or …. Well. You get my drift. Now that I’m closing on my 60th birthday, however, “50 … Continue reading What Does “Years Old” Mean, Anyway?