. . . your younger siblings start getting married and/or having babies and you’re single in your 40ies?? You enjoy it. Because you are happy for them and not a petty problem who makes everything about you. The end! Lol,... Continue Reading →
....I would always get past those blues, stop playing that dumb game, and I have been known to throw a shenan and then a shenanigan. So here’s my actual advice about how to celebrate your birthday in your forties...
surviving the first day of teaching in 2025! only cried once! I (40SWF) on a Friday night, finished a paper for my Masters program, dusted, was accosted by my creepy landlord’s husband (they live downstairs and he creeps on me... Continue Reading →
me and bestie Everyone has a morning ritual. In this long six-week summer between teaching jobs, I’ve cozied into very different morning routines than from when I’m teaching. Those were usually "AH!/Coffee/get dressed/teeth/out door/try to not forget anything/forget something/AH!" mornings. But... Continue Reading →
rachel, christmas 1985 the philosopher ferris bueller once said - life moves pretty fast. i can/can't believe i'm sitting here at my parents house, puppies warming my feet, rain on the tin roof, a drink poured but no makeup and... Continue Reading →
When you’re almost forty, sometimes it feels weird explaining the branches where your family tree split as a child and why you are posting pictures with gorgeous young men while hiking in exotic locations (if only because I get questions... Continue Reading →
The one where I realize I am a bit of an asshole. In which I arrange for an "end of the year" staff photo, and arrive late. https://open.spotify.com/episode/7zmfKHWI1eZEs1t8UKpqL2?si=e56412885d464dd4 You might know the thread on Reddit (a popular online forum for... Continue Reading →
Press play. Simply to see something different than the 150 square feet of studio I call home, I booked a hotel. I wanted to soak in a bubble bath and order room service and wear nothing but a robe for... Continue Reading →
my first picture living in a foreign country. Rio. I’ve lived abroad for seven years now, and have usually made it home to California once or twice each year during that time. During my brief annual returns to my old... Continue Reading →
my work from home situation. not pictured - leggings on the bottom. Current status: spent the day wandering an island and now feeling the “singles tax” of getting a sunburn in the places my arms couldn’t reach on my shoulders... Continue Reading →
One of the nicest things about right now is that I’m wearing a sweatshirt. Summers in the Bay Area are lovely - hot during the day but dipping at night. I was in the pool a few hours ago, but... Continue Reading →