F*ck Forty – Realizations as I hit my fourth decade

There is an oft-quoted statement, “Life begins at 40.” Well, I turned forty a few weeks ago and if you ask me if I finally have my cataclysmic awakening yet, well — there’s really none. I woke up the same grumpy bitch, had my bitter coffee and rue my lack of carbs in my attempt…

The Soup that Warms Your Soul

I love eating soup — there’s just something about a spoonful of warm, delicious goodness that is both filling and comforting at the same time. When I am sad or depressed about something, I choose to have lunch at this restaurant which serves nothing but soup: bacon and potato chowder, Mexican chili, a New England…