Glamorized ... am I glamorous?

Glamorized... am I glamorous?

Self-acceptance has been a blessed by-product of middle age.

Men say they love independence in a woman, but they don't waste a second demolishing it brick by brick.

I used to believe that marriage would diminish me, reduce my options. That you had to be someone less to live with someone else when, of course, you have to be someone more.

I admit that Post-it note sheets that adhere to virtually any surface are now my substitute of choice for retention.