This is The Long Middle, a newsletter about navigating the long, rough middle of a life. I’m not sure what will happen here, but the ideas are bouncing around like caffeinated problems and they have to go somewhere. Midlife and menopause took me on a ride I didn’t ask for or enjoy, and I have things to say. We need to talk.
I’ll write about the old pain and the new gray, the deep perimeno blues and the renaissance blue sky. I’ll talk about the shit sandwich of generations, and extravagant hormonal chaos. There may be references to books and music, cats and custard. I’m hoping to work on my writing, and also to gather any shreds of remaining sanity and dignity.
You may have seen me on Medium, where I’ve been “blogging” (do we use that word anymore?) for years. But newsletters are my friends. It’s a sad, plague state of affairs, but there it is. I love the messages from my friends (just let me have it, please) in this mad, disconnected world. The inbox is full, but so is the heart. (Too cheesy? Yeah, I’ll work on that.)
So sign up and be my friend. Or just feel less lonely in your modern, midlife hell. We’re all a mess (admit it), let’s be messy together.