"2012 I secretly call the year of the mutiny," the actor said.
In the throes of motherhood and marriage, I’d left my passions behind.
Red Corvettes are just low-hanging fruit. Do you have an orange Dutch Oven?
I meet my friend Geraldine at a hip, local eatery in the heart of Abbot Kinney in Venice Beach. Over our poached kale and egg salads with a side of chickpeas I notice my firecracker friend is uncharacteristically glum.
At the age of 50, I'm done talking about my father and I understand my relationship with my mother. I don't need a therapist to talk about any of it anymore. I'm over it. There is something about midlife -- and it's not a musical comedy.
A pilgrimage is a rite of passage. There are few rites of passage for us to meet our erotic selves. For us to learn about our body and its connection to our pleasure and our soul. You have to make a choice in your life when you consider making a pilgrimage.
Midlifers say the darndest things.
Skip the red Corvette.
And perhaps the most touching message the dandelion offers us is how it anonymously gives away its very life. Slowly, but