Life

The Joy of Nostalgia Remember when happiness was a Ring Pop or a Saturday morning cartoon, or going to see Lost Boys in the theater (which I am currently doing as this is posting)? Joy didn’t have to be complicated, and it still doesn’t.

You know that moment where you open a browser tab, log in, and then just sit there staring at the screen like, “Wait… why am I here?” That’s me. Daily. Sometimes I even rope my son into the game — “What was I doing again?” His favorite response: “Existing?” And don’t even get me started on my reading glasses. The full panic when I can’t find them… only to realize they’re right where they belong — on top of my head.

Let’s be honest: end-of-life planning is right up there with colonoscopies and assembling furniture in the “Things I’d Rather Not Deal With” category. But recently, I was working on an article about all the things you need at the end of your life — and it hit me: Have I actually done any of this?

Welcome to 45 and beyond, where body parts pop like bubble wrap, your memory plays hide and seek, and you suddenly care way too much about fiber. This week’s theme, Health Hangover, is our lovingly sarcastic nod to the very real experience of dealing with health changes as we age.

Becoming Me: Because Having a Midlife Crisis Deserves its own workbook When I started re-imagining what Survival Fun Guide could be, Becoming Me was the very first workbook I started building. I was in the middle of trying to summon my inner goddess—rising from the ashes, pressure-formed diamond, phoenix in mom jeans... pick your metaphor. I’d just come out of a five-plus year depression and was still waiting for the breakdown I deserved. The years leading up to this were, i

A nostalgic reflection on growing up during 4th of July block parties, neighborhood fireworks, and backyard ice cream - and a heartfelt call to bring back the kindness, conversation, and connection we’re all craving today. Because Gen X knows how to survive, thrive, and still believe in something better.

A modern Fourth of July poem about unity, frustration, and hope — written for the tired hearts still believing in the “United” part of the USA.

The Gen X Survival Starter Kit. It’s not a fix-all. It’s not pretending to be. But it is a lifeline—a bundle of printable tools

Remember when we were kids, and we thought adults had everything figured out? Joke’s on us. Here we are, in middle age, and somehow, we’re still trying to make sense of it all. The kids are grown (or mostly). Our parents might be gone or needing more from us. Our bodies are changing in ways we never saw coming (seriously, why does my back hurt from sleeping?). And suddenly, we’re left wondering:

Life has a way of throwing us into the deep end when we least expect it. One minute, things feel steady, and the next, everything is upside

We’ve spent our lives being responsible—showing up for work, taking care of family, doing what’s expected.

If you’ve ever thought, One day, I’ll do that…, but “one day” keeps getting pushed back, this post is for you.

Ah, dating in middle age. It’s like trying to program a VCR after decades of streaming—you kind of remember how it works, but things have de

By taking proactive steps, we ease their burden during a difficult time and ensure that our legacy reflects who we truly are.

Who will take care of the caretaker. I found this poem that I wrote several years ago, when I was feeling truly alone - a mother's tear.