Two years ago, on the morning before a new year and a new chapter, I sat in front of the woodstove without plan or purpose. I watched the light come up over the White Mountains, painting the sky with strokes of lavender, orange, and pink, before muddling the canvas grey. A snowstorm was on theContinue reading “Two Years Without Purpose”
In Vermont, sowing a vegetable garden in spring is part of the curriculum, like stacking wood in the summer, raking fall leaves, and or shoveling snow. And yet, I’d felt only ambivalence about the soil where so many others found solace, joy, and purpose.
Karen has become a popular derisive term for a middle-aged White woman who asserts her entitlement—who might demand her right to a manicure during a pandemic, or ask to speak to the manager, or dial 911 when a Black man asks her to follow the rules.
If Karen is a synonym for White privilege, it is time to look in the mirror.
Twice a year, I turn over my closet. In the spring, I pack away wool sweaters and attempt to iron the wrinkles out of linen pants and cotton dresses and hang them ready to wear. In the winter, I reverse the process. It’s a habit born from too many clothes and not enough closet space,Continue reading “Masks, but make it fashion.”
No doubt, we all have a long list of “shoulda-woulda-couldas.” Looking back at whatever might “have been” is to examine forces over which I now have no control. It is, in fact, too late to be what I might have been, and I’m okay with that.
On Saturday I watched Miss Americana, the new Taylor Swift documentary on Netflix. In it, Taylor bemoans, “We exist in this society where women in entertainment are discarded in an elephant graveyard by the time they are 35.” And yet, the next day, on Superbowl Sunday, there was 50-year old Jennifer Lopez putting on anContinue reading “Reinvention Part 1: Taylor Swift, Jennifer Lopez, and Me”
As I unclipped Rangeley’s leash at doggy daycare yesterday morning, I wondered, as I usually do, what must they think? “She doesn’t have a job. What does she do all day that she can’t take care of the dog?” Brushing off the imagined judgment, I tick through the items on my to-do list. It’s notContinue reading “Whatever I want”
Call it a midlife crisis or a midlife reinvention or a reaction to the turbulent time in which we are living, more and more people are reevaluating their careers and their lifestyles, and thinking longingly about dreams deferred by choice or by circumstance. If you’re lucky enough, you leave your job and set out toContinue reading “Five Midlife Reinvention Strategies”
Those of us who have opted out of the corporate world – parents, creatives, entrepreneurs, or retirees, for example – must establish other methods for receiving feedback. That’s why I crave Instagram likes.
As a child, I mugged for the camera, but somewhere along the way, I began to see photos of myself differently. Maybe it started when, at seventeen, the photographer taking my Senior pictures asked me if it was possible for me to smile and keep my eyes open at the same time. Many years later,Continue reading “More than a photo |the transformative value of professional headshots”