Taking a break…
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- July
- 18
I was talking to a colleague the other day about this blog, and how — just as I’m stretched in a few different directions in my personal life — it’s tricky to talk about all the issues we face in middle age without sometimes seeming self-centered or insensitive.
What I mean is this: How can I whine about my thighs or my slowing metabolism or my difficulty sleeping when there are serious issues at hand?
Yet sometimes humor is what saves us, at least for a little while. So if, in the next week, I start complaining —Â in an effort to compare notes, of course — please don’t think me insensitive.
Meanwhile…had a little freak-out moment Wednesday. I just found out that Iggy, the adorable little boy who grew up across the street from me, just turned 45!
We all have our Iggies, right? I just can’t believe what happened to mine..
Have a relaxing weekend..if you can!
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Baby boomer Linda Lombroso was born in Queens and grew up in Port Washington. She began her journalism career at New York Magazine and Rolling Stone, but left to pursue a master's degree in elementary education. Shortly afterward, she returned to magazines as an editor at US magazine, but again left the field, this time for the birth of her first child. Linda and her family moved from Manhattan to New Rochelle in 1988. After spending 10 years as a stay-at-home mother, she joined The Journal News as a police reporter in 1997. She's been a Life & Style writer since 2000. This is the only year her three children are teenagers at the same time, which means she undergoes a daily critique of hair, makeup and wardrobe. Her parents still live in Port Washington Ñ and they like everything she wears.
My own “EEEEK” moment came when I found out that my very first boyfriend (from all those years ago) just became a grandfather. I ran home, dyed my roots and did my nails. I freaked out for about a week after that.
Serious or fluffy, I love your blog, because let’s face it, I relate to it.
I grew up with the neighborhood girls. One of them was from a family of 8, her being the second oldest. All the girls got together for her daughter’s baby shower and who was there but her younger siblings.
Talk about being shocked. I was happy. I always thought of the siblings as very young. Now, they are not much younger than me when we compared ages. I left the party feeling better about being older!