50 Years, 50 lessons

Today is the big day — my 50th birthday! I was born on September 21, 1969. I am the same age as Sesame Street, the moon landing, and Woodstock. It was the summer of the Stonewall riots, the Manson murders, and Hurricane Camille.  Sugar, Sugar by The Archies was the No. 1 pop song, and…

When I Am An Old Woman

When I was in my early twenties, I had a friend who was in her early forties. She was the first person I knew who found the poem “Warning” by Jenny Joseph. You know the one that goes: When I am an old woman I shall wear purpleWith a red hat which doesn’t go, and…

My Midlife “Crisis”

“It’s like that time when men usually buy fast cars — a midlife crisis!” That’s how Mama recently described my decision to dye my hair blue. Not all of it. Just the ends. And from blue, my hair went to a sort of mermaid aqua after I tried to strip the blue out to go…

Turmeric ain’t vanilla and other thoughts on Brooklyn

I have been to Brooklyn. I got to travel up there for some training with my day job. Now I’ve been to New York many times, and I love every little bite of the Big Apple I get, but I’d never had the opportunity to venture across the bridge into Brooklyn. On this trip, though,…

A girl looks at 50 …

Y’all. I’m turning 50 this year. Fif-tee. On September 21 to be exact. 50. How in the world did I get here? And so damn fast. Where has it all gone? And I know … I’ve gotten off to a slow blogging start this year. Why? Because ever since New Year’s Eve, all I can…