I am a daughter, a sister, and a mother. I have been a wife. I have experienced a lot of joy and heartache that I have had — and am processing — and which I cannot ignore if I want to be a writer who writes honestly. But when I look in the mirror today, I recognize myself. I look older, of course, but I see who I am — a woman too busy to get her hair colored lately but who always finds time to exercise; my smile which has returned; and I see how I survived turning not just 50 years old but 55 years old and that now I am in the stage called menopause. Not only have I survived that awful chaotic period of peri-menopause where my hormones were intense and unpredictable but surviving that period forced me to keep searching for ways to take care of myself. And now I sit down to do the work I have always dreamed of doing, resisted, been afraid of, minimized, run from, belittled … you get it. Anyway, I want to give hope to all those other woman struggling — at all stages of your life — take care of yourself — do your hair, paint your nails, put on face cream and makeup and wear clothes that empower you — and survive those things that threaten to crush you — and save yourself — body and soul. Happy Valentine’s Day!
PS and as I always say, my legs have been carefully toned in the ballet classes taught by Miss Lucy Record at The Colburn School in downtown LA. You can join us Sundays at 10:30 am and Tuesday evenings at 7 pm. That’s where I will be tonight celebrating Valentine’s Day!