My Trip to Portugal Summarized by Five Remarkable Bathroom Visits (Part II)

As we’re waiting to board the plane, the flight crew makes an announcement that one of the toilets on board just broke down and they’d rather take off and get us to our destination than fix it. They push departure back 25 minutes to give everyone time for a final trip to the bathroom, like mom and dad nudging the kids to go potty one more time before hitting the road for Florida. I’m not trying to be melodramatic here, but this is my worst nightmare.

There's a New Kid in Town

I apologized for blocking the entry and told her I’d move, but she actually seemed happy to have found me there, like I was a surprise package waiting for her on the doorstep. This would probably not be the case in New York City, where the person emerging from a building might not actually say something like “GET UP”, but their eyes would let you know they were thinking it. Things were different in small-town Pennsylvania, and I couldn’t tell if this girl was super friendly or just drunk. It’s possible she was both.

Welcome to MidLife Modern!

Hey there! Welcome to my new blog, MidLife Modern. You may have traveled over here from my previous blog, Much to My Delight. If you did, thanks so much for making the schlep! I plan to do things a little differently over here. Here’s what you can expect from the new site.

Kalimera from Greece

This morning I woke up in a pension off the main road in Fira, on the island of Santorini in Greece. I didn’t realize I’d booked a hostel until after we’d arrived, and aside from paper-thin towels and a parade of tiny bugs that march up the shower wall, it is actually not a bad place to lay for the night.

It's Just a Season

As the leaves fall and the branches go cold, I remind myself that time is a gypsy, forever packing up and traveling in and out of town. I remind myself that nothing is eternal; that everything–eventually– will change. That change can be good. That it’s all just a season.

Now You're in New York

The only reason you pick someone up from the airport is because you want to make his or her life easier and more pleasant. In New York City, you only meet someone at the airpot when you simply can’t wait another minute to see them.

Too Old to Blog?

Sometimes I wonder: Am I too old to blog? Is it silly for a girl woman of a certain age to share her thoughts in what is essentially an online journal? Is it sad? Weird? Awkward? Boring?

This Is Marriage

About six years ago, I stepped into a small mound of cow shit. It’s a memory I just can’t shake, mostly because I was barefoot at the time. And wearing a really long white dress.

On The Road Again

She passed the keys over the counter, into a palm still tinged with perspiration. She could have said “Welcome to Houston” as I headed toward the lot. Instead she winked, and welcomed me home.