My Body is a Sagging Tent

A dear friend, 6 significant years younger than I,  contacted me feeling woebegone. She’s about to turn forty and she feels lousy. Her eye-sight is suddenly failing, her metabolism is on strike, and her children – all under the age of 8 – think they are smarter than her despite her doctorate degree. She’d envisionedContinue reading “My Body is a Sagging Tent”

such pretty stretch marks

Such pretty stretch marks! have you ever said that? how does one appreciate them? gingerly,  once one gets past the revolting discovery of their presence.   Take a rose, for instance. how plain she’d be without those streaks. how seductively she sways those hips. how she teases with her intoxicating aroma. close your eyes andContinue reading “such pretty stretch marks”