In Musing

It seems once I’ve fully absorbed summer is indeed over, it’s October. Oh no, did I miss September too?

“There is no shame in pressing undo.” My finger froze mid-air, unable to tap “new deal,” as I wondered when did my mobile game turn into Yoda?

Lately, I’ve been thinking about women politicians and how they’re often called by their first names.

Maybe that is the magic of women’s dressing rooms. They enable us to be seen when sometimes we can’t see ourselves.

I go red in embarrassment as I imagine the possibility of the show filming both of us crying while one pushes the other down the world’s longest waterslide in Dubai.

It appears I’m finally old enough to know that beta blockers aren’t board games.

There isn’t a part of me that wasn’t profoundly changed by the experience and the women who made it happen.

If you’re caught being the old maid, you lose. Not just in cards, but in the game of life. 

Valentine’s Day is the perfect time to acknowledge your partner’s ridiculousness and how empty your life would be without it.  

Who waxes poetic about a bathroom?