If you are a regular reader of this blog, then you know that my posts are sometimes serious, sometimes snarky and sometimes nonexistent. Occasionally, I miss a week here or there (like last week). I’m sure you’re disappointed when you don’t get to read some pithy piece by me each week, but while I…
44 … Simultaneously Fabulous and F***ed Up
I stopped making a fuss about my birthday sometime in my 20s when it was no longer feasible, reasonable or acceptable to celebrate for an entire week. Thus, last weekend when I turned 44, it read like most of my Saturdays in February — an early morning workout at home followed by a partner workout…