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MAYA BLUE A Memoir of Survival was launched into the world less than two weeks ago, and the response has been amazing: Maria Shriver selected MAYA BLUE as one of her “2025 Summer Reads” in her online publication, The Sunday Paper, and the US Books editor of The Daily Mail loved MAYA BLUE, and they’re

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Today is my birthday. I’m 25,550 days old, although many days I don’t feel a day over 9,125. This week

I’ve been sitting in the gastrointestinal day surgery waiting room since 6:30 this morning. A male nurse with a carpet

When I was in middle school I wore coke bottle glasses, braces on my teeth and my hair looked like

I have a friend who changed jobs, moved to a new city on the other side of the country and

Not long ago I suggested to a friend, who is divorced and over 50, that she might try changing the

When I was a kid we seldom went to church unless my grandmother came to visit. I never went to

Last week’s blog about the “invisible man” sitting in the Spanish chair in my living room got me thinking about

I feel like you know me well enough that I can tell you this. Last night I told the “invisible

One of my favorite women is someone I’ve never met in-person. Until we spoke on the phone, I’ve known Sandra

Good, bad or outrageous, my life has been about as normal as picking blueberries on Mars. After reading my blog

Isn’t it funny how things like smells and music can jog our memory and remind us of places we’ve been

Good friends are like portals to the past and the hands that help move us into the future. In the

My mother put a lot of time and energy into how she looked and how others perceived her. She never

Remember The First Wives Club with Diane Keaton, Goldie Hawn and Bette Midler about three divorcees who seek revenge on

Instead of children I’ve always had dogs, sometimes three at a time. They’re my family. Annie and Lulu were eight

If you’re on Instagram you may have seen women over 50, 60 and 70, putting their best selves in front

We’ve all gotten songs stuck in our heads that play over and over until we want to go screaming into

This week I caught up with a friend I hadn’t seen in ages. Our oddball conversation ran the gamut from