Andie Grace

I've been terrible at social media for the past 8 months or so, since breaking a pretty long-term and stubborn habit. I mean, the urge to post mundane things about my own life is sorta still here but...where do you even start when the world is burning?

It doesn't stop me from tears, anger, frustration, or more anger. It all feels so fragile and inexplicable. One must still read the news, take action, and yes, take sides. Gladly too, we have music fb.watch/F_A35naSa6/?...

I've been terrible at social media for the past 8 months or so, since breaking a pretty long-term and stubborn habit. I mean, the urge to post mundane things about my own life is sorta still here but...where do you even start when the world is burning?

Ok, I'll try. Today is the Equinox. My dog and I saw a long-billed curlew and two black oystercatchers at the beach this morning, just after low tide. My daughter got into an amazing university. It's prom night. I'm loved and happy.

18 year old just had a sleepover with two friends where they couldn't wait to get here and...bake an apple pie from scratch, eat it, and go to sleep. I'm always here to counteract the narrative that teenagers are terrible and only ever look at their phones instead of hanging out "like we did."

Same kid who told her friends specifically to please not bring any alcohol to her 18th birthday party (no we didn't chaperone). Same kid who writes real letters (sealed with wax) to pen pals around the world. Same charming, activist kid. Her and her friends are the future and I'm here for it!

Shout out to all my women of a certain age who are doing what we do while also being complete emotional tornadoes like nevermind, the ones who barely sleep some nights as we fight valiantly against the fog and heat inside. We appear completely normal to all but our keen close observers, and yet.

Shout out to all my women of a certain age who are doing what we do while also being complete emotional tornadoes like nevermind, the ones who barely sleep some nights as we fight valiantly against the fog and heat inside. We appear completely normal to all but our keen close observers, and yet.

I'm not going to sugar coat. I'm 54 next month. It's awesome to be here able to say I feel more accomplished and proud and together than ever, and ALSO that I rise in the morning looking like Bill the Cat in a flop sweat, wanting to smash things, angry, maybe even at you. And it's FREAKING HARD.

Shout out to all my women of a certain age who are doing what we do while also being complete emotional tornadoes like nevermind, the ones who barely sleep some nights as we fight valiantly against the fog and heat inside. We appear completely normal to all but our keen close observers, and yet.

And indeed, you really cannot help but feel that if such a transition of life was as strong for men as it is for women, they'd have complained about it a lot more in the halls of medicine that drive advancement and help us live longer and more productive and satisfied lives.

Shout out to all my women of a certain age who are doing what we do while also being complete emotional tornadoes like nevermind, the ones who barely sleep some nights as we fight valiantly against the fog and heat inside. We appear completely normal to all but our keen close observers, and yet.