The New 40 “40 is the new 30,” said a friend of mine the other day. That would totally and completely suck, I just realized. Yes, my hair…
Let the summer of 40 begin When I was a younger girl, I never imagined I’d marry a guy my own age. It’s not that I was into older guys. Mamash,…
Take heed What if the woman who’s leaving Bob Dylan in Boots of Spanish Leather returns one day? Maybe instead of boots she just brings her older, softer, leathery self…