I’ve been busy since my mother passed away three months ago. I have been re-orienting myself to a new status: A Parentless Adult.
The call came around noon on Tuesday. It was from my son, who was in Cincinnati for business and had stopped to see his grandmother.
“Mom,” my son beseeched, “you need to get to Ohio as fast as you can. Nana’s not doing well.”
Most people think it’s just skinny 16-year-olds that develop anorexia nervosa and teenagers of all sizes that develop bulimia. ED (eating disorder) is a restless lover, attracted to potential lovers of all ages. And he’s made great inroads with women in midlife and beyond.
What’s easy to do? Spend life in rigid countdown mode – ticking off backwards down to zero.
Ever wondered how to have the most successful visit with your adult children, their spouses and your grandkids? Especially when living a long distance away from them prevents short and frequent visits?
What’s the first thing you do every morning? I used to stretch, touch my toes and take a few deep breaths. Now I instinctively reach for my iPhone to see what new disaster looms on the horizon. And so the day begins.
It took me a while to realize I was not a natural beauty.
The first inkling came when I was 11 years old. I figured out how to maneuver the mirrors in the bathroom to get a look at my profile. I was horrified. My nose had far too many bumps. My lips stuck out and a layer of fat marred my hopes of a chiseled sharp chin line.
Secrets are tantalizing. And to think I finally cracked the code on the secret to living happily ever after.