ARTICLES BY COLLEEN CHAO
He stole through the church doors, long, lanky, and strong of stench. His bony limbs were swallowed in oversized tweed, his hair a matted mess of gray, fingernails long and filthy. His face was gaunt, eyes expressionless. “Homeless” would have been a generous term for
[When I wrote this over three years ago, I knew of only one other “older mom” of younger kids. I was in uncharted waters. Since then, I’ve met many more women in this same boat. If you’re feeling at all “late” or “laughable,” I hope this
Imagine keeping a lion in a small cat-carrier . . . for years. Day after day, night after night, he roars, he eats (a lot). His energy is endless . . . and yet you keep him caged. As a single girl in my thirties
He stole through the church doors, long, lanky, and strong of stench. His bony limbs
[When I wrote this over three years ago, I knew of only one other “older
Imagine keeping a lion in a small cat-carrier . . . for years. Day after
