My significant other and I have been considering our future. He wants to have children before age 35. He feels passionately this is what he is on earth to do. I am not sure I want children. Because I plan to pursue a master's degree
I am a 55 year old female and just can't seem to lose weight. I know you are supposed to “eat to live,” but I “live to eat!” My life is very busy, and I eat on the run. My day starts at 4:30 a.m. with housecleaning.
I haven't traveled much in the past few years, not wanting to get somewhere and have emotional problems. In the last year I’ve hardly left the house. Now I want to spend a couple days at the beach and then visit my sister, but I have an award winning case of anxiety and indecision. Both trips may be too much.
This is all so amazing. I had wanted a buyout from the newspaper where I have been managing editor for 20 years, and it has happened. I have time and money for the western vacation I have dreamed of: exploring, planning, finding my next job.
A happily married male co-worker and avid baseball fan has suggested that he and I, a single female, take in a baseball game. As nice as this sounds (and I don't think he would "try" anything), I hear warning signs.
My son’s birthday is coming soon. I want to know if he would rather go out to a restaurant, or if he would like for me to cook the dinner and take it to his home. I don’t want him and his wife to have to do the cooking and the clean up. He usually cooks dinner for our family celebrations,
My grandchildren have 3 grandmothers. The other 2 love to go shopping and buy just-wonderful things for the kids. My daughter knows I disapprove of swamping children with trendy toys and clothes, but she loves it all.
Interesting times. Yesterday I walked in the woods and got gripped with the first bonafide terror I've felt since accepting a buyout and applying for a new job in another part of the country. It was strong and frightening, but I am not backing away. I need to do this.