Even as I squeezed the paste onto my toothbrush, I could tell something was weird. It came out much quicker and thinner than usual, curling onto the bristles in a pleasing twirl — like frosting being piped onto the top of a cake. I’d rushed into the bathroom to both brush my teeth and throwRead more…
Well, it totally happened this weekend. Some time while I was sleeping and probably in the midst of dreaming about snakes or giving birth, something far more sinister occurred. I turned 50. Yes. I know. It’s true. And contrary to popular belief – er, that is, what I assumed was going to happen – itRead more…
One day last week, while I was being a good girl and minding my own business, I had a startling realization: I’m about to turn 50. Okay, not tomorrow. Or the day after that, even. But soon. In, like, one year, seven months and a day, to be exact. Which comes out to 19 months. OrRead more…