Author Archives: Shellie Crest
Thirty Years To A Better You
Thirty years ago I joined a gym, ostensibly to quit smoking but in reality, to check out the scene. Jack LaLanne ruled back then, inviting flabby sorts to get fit. I wasn’t really flabby, but I didn’t have a stellar set of muscles, either. But maybe I’d find a new set of muscles to go […]
Uncoupling
Let’s not get into how one suspects one’s marriage or coupledom is over. Let’s just start with the reality that it is. No more talking about it with each other or through counseling. Blame accepted or denied. You wake up and your partner isn’t tucked under the covers, breathing softly. The house is emptier, with […]
Getting Ahead
So I get up this morning and get ready for work. Over coffee, I see this horoscope by Eugenia Last in my morning paper: Tidy up loose ends, and do your best to get ahead. An unexpected opportunity should be taken advantage of. He who hesitates is lost, so get moving and take what belongs to […]
There Are No Tears In Retail
Working in retail is not for the faint of heart. Seriously. One must brace oneself against heartbreak and disillusionment with society, and humanity at large. Thankfully, my coworkers are right there with me, ready to listen to the latest tales of incredulity. We all suffer abuse regularly, but we’re used to it. Tough, even. G’wan, […]
Now, How Did I Get Here?
Screaming children. There’s always screaming children. And bouncing balls. Those are left abandoned in some of the oddest places throughout the store – resting of bottles of Ny-Quil, stuck in between carpets, snuggled between bath towels. Or there’s screaming children bouncing balls, largely ignored by their parents, hoping the kid’ll stop whining about not getting that ball, much […]
Free Zone
I only wish I could wake up like this in the morning and be so entirely exuberant. Unfortunately, every morning I wake up quite the opposite: worried, anxious, a little scared, even. See, I’m facing freedom like I haven’t in years. And I got to tell you, it’s a little frightening. Just signed the contract […]
Glue Trap
Ever feel like the more you want to change your life, the more it stays the same? Or, put it another way, life puts on the brakes when you’re ready to let loose and fly high. It’s like being stuck in a glue trap: still moving, going nowhere, struggling to get free. Why is that? […]
How Did I Get Here?
It’s the middle of the afternoon and all about me swirl a mass of humanity, searching for the perfect holiday gift. There’s anxious lovers seeking a treasure that’ll please, parents digging through the remains of empty shelves hoping against hope that a Hatchimal might lurk among the carcasses of toys, or the fed-up grandmother angry that the entire supply of Zip-Loc bags have been plundered by customers seeking to freeze cookies for later gluttony.
Confessions of A Middle-Age Woman 