Self-acceptance has been a blessed by-product of middle age.
Living in LA is like not having a date on Saturday night.
Beauty set up distance between other people and me. It warped their behavior.
I have never appreciated a quiet moment with a friend as much, a quiet moment with a book and I think part of that is my obsession with being older and time going faster and it's become increasingly sweeter for me.
Were women meant to do everything - work and have babies?
People can get crazier as they get older. I can just be weird whenever I want, and there's the freedom of not caring what people think.