About

As I grow older, I seem to come across (more and more often) articles that talk about the invisibility of older women. Some days, I welcome that impending invisibility, and some days I don’t. I’m a few months shy of 50 as I write this, so there are many who would scoff and tell me I’m not even that old yet. And they’re right, of course. It’s all relative in the end, isn’t it? I certainly don’t feel all that old, most of the time. But I’m aware that I’m definitely on the other side of the curve at this point. My husband and I are going gray, the kids are almost grown, and even the dog is getting on in years.

I used to blog a lot back when the kids were very young, and then we all got older and busier, and I drifted away from it. And now I find that I do miss the medium, particularly the way it made me remember so many little moments that I would otherwise have forgotten, so I figured I’d start a new blog – one that’s just for me. A place to put all the weird shit that runs through my head on a daily basis. A place that’s practically invisible.

I am many things: a woman, a writer, a mother, a wife, a pet-rescuer, a traveler, an artist… wrangling the quasi-invisibility of middle-age on top of all that shouldn’t be that hard. Or one should hope.

We’ll see how it goes.