Last month, we sat on the porch swing at 10 PM—a time that used to be reserved for folding laundry. The kids weren't home. The dog was asleep. And Dave looked at me and said, "I don't think I ever asked you what you wanted to be when you grew up."
Hot flash at the PTA meeting? I excuse myself, walk to the bathroom, and press my wrists against the cold marble sink. I do not apologize. I am Rhonda, 50 years old, with a fan permanently stationed in my purse.
I weigh more than I did at 30. I exercise less, but I move more—if that makes sense. I garden. I walk the dog. I dance in the kitchen to 90s hip-hop while making spaghetti, and I don't care if Jess films me for TikTok.
I have mourned this. Some days, I feel a loneliness so vast I could fall into it. My "village" has scattered. The other soccer moms moved to Florida or got divorced and moved to the city. I text them sporadically. It's not the same.
Last month, we sat on the porch swing at 10 PM—a time that used to be reserved for folding laundry. The kids weren't home. The dog was asleep. And Dave looked at me and said, "I don't think I ever asked you what you wanted to be when you grew up."
Hot flash at the PTA meeting? I excuse myself, walk to the bathroom, and press my wrists against the cold marble sink. I do not apologize. I am Rhonda, 50 years old, with a fan permanently stationed in my purse. Mom POV Rhonda 50 Year Old With
I weigh more than I did at 30. I exercise less, but I move more—if that makes sense. I garden. I walk the dog. I dance in the kitchen to 90s hip-hop while making spaghetti, and I don't care if Jess films me for TikTok. Last month, we sat on the porch swing
I have mourned this. Some days, I feel a loneliness so vast I could fall into it. My "village" has scattered. The other soccer moms moved to Florida or got divorced and moved to the city. I text them sporadically. It's not the same. And Dave looked at me and said, "I