As most of you know, I didn’t, and will be writing about that in the book, because the fact that it I’m not a mom has shaped who I’ve become as an adult in some important ways. To those of you who also didn’t get around to parenthood: was it by choice, circumstance, or—like me—some complicated combination of the two?
Girls of a Certain Age started on April 3, 2012 (here’s the very first post) and somehow, I let its fifth birthday whiz by without even noticing. So I’m taking a moment to belatedly thank all of you for making this such a lively, happy enterprise. To all the die-hard commenters—Viajera, DeDe, Mamavalveeta, Joanna, Y.K., C.W., Dana D, Suz, Jhops, Hick from the Styx, Adrien, Gables Girl, Mae, Caroline, Raina, Caroline, Ann, Heather, and I’m SURE there’s somebody I’m leaving out, so please forgive me if so—thank you for being the soul of Girls of a Certain Age. For keeping conversation so lively, witty, smart, and—most of all—so very, very kind. To all of the rest of you commenters, thanks a million for everything you have to say. Your words amuse and enlighten me, and—on days when I’m feeling down and lonely—lift me. And if you’ve never commented, thanks for stopping by on the regular. Knowing that you’re all out there makes my life truly rich.
I did, and am currently writing that chapter of the book. It was when my marriage was well and truly dead and I was looking for a way out—an “Exit Affair,” they’re called (and before you judge, you’ll have to wait and read the book to see what kind of behavior my husband was up to at the time). How about you? Have you ever? Or even come close?
I was born in Houston, Texas in 1964 and have lived in New York City since 1988. I had a long career in magazines, working at Sassy, Elle, New York, and Spin, and in 2000, I founded Lucky magazine, which I edited for ten years.