About This Blog

Season's greetings! C'est moi-- Jennifer. 

Call me Jenn. Texan by birth, New Yorker
by fate and childfree by choice. I take my humor dry and my anxiety existential.

 

I grew up in a small Gulf Coast town called Galveston, but have called NYC home for the last 25 years. My husband Vin and I live in Astoria, Queens--just across the East River from Manhattan. It's a predominantly Greek and Arabic neighborhood and I have more access to high-quality feta and tahini than I could have imagined. We have a fun and beautiful life here and I lean toward romanticizing it. There's a reason I didn't name this thing "Much to My Chagrin".

I'm a psychotherapist in private practice with a homey little office down the street. I'm incredibly passionate about my work but have zero desire to write about mental health. Writing is how I care for my mental health. It's been over four years since I've written anything and if we let the brain fog take over the terrorists win. Time to tend my own garden.

ye olde therapy office. heating pad, multiple footstools and
supportive back pillow not optional

I'm into the same stuff a lot of other 47-year-old women are into: planting stuff, cooking stuff, home entertaining, museums, super flaky croissants, interior design, and above all, international travel, which has taught me so much about other cultures but more importantly about myself and how I'm susceptible to varying degrees of altitude sickness and frizz.  

my hair is doing the most from coast to coast

Rockin' some oxygen in Peru. Coca tea is BS

 

 

 

 

 

I think blogs may be officially vintage now but that's okay because so am I. You probably landed here after googling "perimenopause humor" or "middle-aged bloggers", so perhaps, my new friend, so are you. 

Welcome to the watercooler you beautiful grown-ass woman.