THE AGING MILLENNIAL

Remember three and a half years ago when I said I was starting a blog? We were coming out of a global pandemic, living in a changed and battered world left in its wake, in the most hostile political and social environment since Vietnam, and it just felt heavy all of the time . I'd been writing myself through it and thought that starting a blog would be a good way to process the shared human experience of living in completely surreal and unprecedented time... Man, was I optimi

I had my annual visit to my OB-GYN yesterday. Now, before you think, "woah, new girl, TMI!" it's not that kind of post. As women, most of us are used to walking into the OB's office once a year. We don the over-washed, less than flattering hospital gown, bare a few minutes of discomfort and go about our day. You don't give much thought to those visits to Dr. Downstairs because it's a few minutes a year out of our lives and, like many other things, something else to check off

Like a lot of people these days, I feel like every day is the same as the one before it. Being already a type A personality, I find almost an obsessive compulsiveness to my daily routine. Wake. Check Facebook. Make bed. Put on sports bra and leggings. Go to kitchen. Make 6yo's water bottle and snack for school. Fill water bottle. Pour coffee (cold brew, always cold brew). Get 6yo ready for school. Wake 2yo and get her dressed. Get 6yo on bus. Drive 2yo to preschool. Come home