life is too short and too busy for words. all these words. slowly should life rain like mildewed honey.

I'm 50 and really would like to know how and when this happened.

hot flashes are plaguing my resistance to acknowledging middle age. most women don't miss menstrating. I do. attached to the red flow were really long beautiful legs. legs that could run like the wind. creaking and cracking knees greet me as I wake in the morning now... 50.