Shavin: Nevertheless, should you persist?
My friend Cindy from Cincinnati was here for a few days during a break from her busy art festival schedule.

My friend Cindy from Cincinnati was here for a few days during a break from her busy art festival schedule.

I fixed the dryer. Let me say this a few other ways in case you didn't get it.

I've hired a life coach.

Several years ago, I turned my mother onto Facebook.

Well, it happened: I turned 60. It was shocking when my husband did it this past July, but I wasn't the one having to have all the feels. I just watched from the sidelines, tossing bland reassurances his way and snuggling deeper into my cozy, enviably young, 59-ness.

My husband and I and our two dogs went to Finsterfest in Summerville, Georgia, last weekend.

Ask 31-year-old Rebecca Bryan, the new director of the Chattanooga Humane Educational Society, why she does what she does, and she will tell you it's because she can't imagine not doing it.

Last night at a restaurant some distance from Chattanooga, I did something I regret: I lodged a complaint.

My husband keeps emailing me recipes for sheet pan suppers. For the uninitiated, a sheet pan supper happens when you take a large jelly roll pan, place a protein source on it (salmon, feta cheese, chicken, etc.), then scatter vegetables around it in a show of controlled disarray - nothing touching anything else, so everything can breathe and therefore brown. Then you shove the pan in a 400-degree oven and roast for 40 minutes or (in my case) until you smell something burning.

Clothes are magical. They cover up our nakedness while revealing our individuality. They can make us feel more or less attractive than we are, more or less mature or youthful, and in or out of step with society, culture, the world.
