Hiking Toward Home: In Which a Middle-Aged Woman Forges Her Trail

I have hiked five miles of the Appalachian Trail. It’s true, but I usually announce this with my eyes cast downward. Not because I think five miles is paltry; for me, it’s an accomplishment. My reticence is due to the circumstances of my achievement. So, yes, I did cover a handful of miles of the … Continue reading Hiking Toward Home: In Which a Middle-Aged Woman Forges Her Trail

Dear 2018: Whatever Happens This Year, Please Don’t Demand That MayBelle Be a “Change Agent,” “Goddess,” or “Warrior”

Or worse, a “badass.” MayBelle doesn’t want to be any of those things. She just wants to be herself. Maybe, in this new year, a more refined MayBelle, or even the most MayBelle-iest MayBelle she can be. But she refuses to be overwhelmed/intimidated/shamed by messages implying that she needs to be different—that she has to … Continue reading Dear 2018: Whatever Happens This Year, Please Don’t Demand That MayBelle Be a “Change Agent,” “Goddess,” or “Warrior”

MayBelle on Marriage {Don’t Worry, This Won’t Take Long}

Back in 2002, at age forty-one, MayBelle, who theretofore had been considered an “old maid,” transitioned to someone who "married late.” She resents both those descriptors, as you might imagine MayBelle would, because there were no guarantees—or requirements—she would ever marry. MayBelle is delighted that cultural norms have shifted at least somewhat although not enough … Continue reading MayBelle on Marriage {Don’t Worry, This Won’t Take Long}