Tag: middle-age
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Band
Next to a field of wildflowers, under the last of the summer moons, we hosted a bonfire for my son’s marching band. As diverse as those flowers, the musicians gathered around a volleyball net and played, laughed, and lived fully in this moment of youth. I remembered my son, little and indignant. He was quiet,…
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Mom
Mom, mom, MOM, moooooommmmmm, I hear amidst the din of Saturday Costco shoppers. I’m hiding in the dairy, an old milk maid soothing a hot flash. They want to spend my money on twenty pounds of salty snacks that will go stale like my mood this insufferable July afternoon. Mom, mmmmmmmmmmom, m-O-m. How did that…
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Sight
Time has drawn shadows around my eyes. Lines etch memories around my smile. I can still cartwheel though in an open field on a sunny day, dandelions tickling my ankles. I can see more clearly now than I ever have. Progressives. Wisdom comes in a vitamin for 40+ year old women. I drink fruit-flavored tea…
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Lost
As I swim through grief over losing my father in February, I am also processing the concept of loss itself. My father is not really lost. I know where he is and is not. I will never hear his voice on the phone again. He won’t be physically present at family events. He won’t be…
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Night Cream
I wear night cream on my face during the day. Whenever anybody complains about aging and their looks, asking for tips, this is what I give them. Do I truly think it works? No, or rather, I don’t know if it does because I’m too busy living to count the lines. After I post this,…
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Perfect
I’m not perfect. I’m just comfortable with my imperfection. I wake up, mess up, and reset. Then, I knock it out of the park. I can do any order and combination of these things, and I’m perfectly comfortable with it. We were not born to be perfect. We don’t need to pursue perfection. We just…
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The Novel Pitch
Here is what I am working on this morning over a coffee flight. Elizabeth Benet Grey, named after her mother’s favorite Jane Austen character, finds herself tumbling into the trials of middle age with the unfulfilled dream of writing a great American novel. As her life starts to unravel, she convinces a trendy new bookshop…
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Today
“Today is the greatestDay I’ve ever knownCan’t wait for tomorrowI might not have that long” ~Smashing Pumpkins Today I decided to own my pending middle age. I turn 50 next year. 5-0. 5-Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. I practice saying the number in the mirror as I study my face for new lines and spots. I’m okay it’s coming,…
Kelly Rogers 