A handful of my friends are turning 40 this year. 40. Is it the new 30? or the new 20? Whatever it is one thing’s for sure it’s a powerful number to women (and men) everywhere. An age feared and revered, a somewhat startling number that can cause crisis or launch a revolution. I personallyContinue reading “The New 40”
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enem me
misplaced, forgotten sometimes that’s how I feel. As if i’m missing me and where I’m supposed to be, right here right now. me. Today the sun shone down, caught me off guard. On this day my mind’s drifting along, unaware. Suddenly shaken awake, forced to see: I’m floating in space. One moment disrupts my oblivion,Continue reading “enem me”
on work/on me
it happened again. something about my new boss intimidates me. rather than speak up in today’s meeting, minor comments were offered. and even then I stumbled on phrases. (sigh) why? how can it be true? i had hoped that my meek self would be gone by now. instead, she lingers. much to my chagrin. iContinue reading “on work/on me”
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