“How old are you again, Mom? 44, 42, 46…?” She was always someone different, not the face I see daily in the mirror.  It feels very surreal to speak it, let alone put it in writing:  I am a middle-aged woman. I only answer so they stop before they insult me.  “I am almost 47.”… Continue reading Secrets of Those Middle-Age Moments That No One is Telling You