Fat and Happy

I had to ask for a seatbelt extender on a recent flight. This is new for me, a product of menopause hitting all the right places and a slow recovery from a knee injury. And, you know, I like food. I was flying to a wedding, old family friends I haven't seen for years. I... Continue Reading →

Irish Eyes

A woman representing an Irish cultural organization told me yesterday that I have Irish eyes. I thanked her, because these are my mother's eyes, the clear blue, arrestingly wide eyes framed by tilted eyebrows suggesting sorrow even as the irises twinkle with laughter. It is the one visible trait I received from my mother. More... Continue Reading →

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