It's a Wonderful Midlife Crisis

Whoever said life begins at forty must have been heavily medicated, drunk, or delusional.

Thirty-nine was a fantastic year. I was married to the man I loved. I had a body that worked without creaking. My grandma, who raised me, was still healthy, and life was pretty damned good.

But as they say, all good things come to an end. I'd honestly love to know who “they” are and rip them a new one.

One year later, I'm a widow. My joints are starting to ache. Gram is in the nursing home, and dead peopl...