I used to believe that marriage would diminish me, reduce my options. That you had to be someone less to live with someone else when, of course, you have to be someone more.
Though beauty gives you a weird sense of entitlement, it's rather frightening and threatening to have others ascribe such importance to something you know you're just renting for a while.
Memory is the first casualty of middle age, if I remember correctly.
I remember being in tears at the hospital after Chloe was born, at the thought that someday she would have to leave home.
I have never savored life with such gusto as I do now.
At an age when most actresses are being phased out, I am being phased in - with a vengeance.
I got the role I loved the most at a point in my career when most women are being phased out.
I admit that Post-it note sheets that adhere to virtually any surface are now my substitute of choice for retention.
Self-acceptance has been a blessed by-product of middle age.
Dreams are, by definition, cursed with short life spans.
