Some years ago, I enrolled in a poetry class at the local college where I worked. The class was filled with young, bright college students and me….a middle-aged, hot-flashing geek old enough to be their mother. Heck, I was probably old enough to be their grandmother. While their poetry was all about unrequited love (or too much love – if you know what I mean) and finding themselves, my poetry was about reliving the glory days of the Sixties, parenting my parents, wondering what the heck happened to my youth, and coping with excess pounds and night sweats.
For our final project, we each had to produce a book of our poetry and to select readings out of it. I decided to call my collection “Hot-flashed Funk.” I liked the name so much that I decided to create a blog where I could chronicle my middle-aged adventures and trials with the hope that it would be an encouragement to all those other women out there who are feeling their way through midlife.
So whether or not you’re still “flashing”, come journey with me through a crazy time in my life as I cope with emptied nest, overactive tear ducts, a 97-year-old mother, and an overwhelming urge to no longer be responsible for anything. Oh, and let's not forget the occasional mid-life crisis. I'm on my third, but who's counting?
