They walk among us. Or to be more exact, we walk among us.
We are the women of a certain age whose life experiences could, under normal circumstances, make us bitter. But what is normal these days, anyway? And why be bitter—when there are far more enjoyable options . . .
Hey, I could be bitter and then some. Failed relationships, rotten jobs, dental bills, getting older: I still have an hourglass figure, but the sand has definitely shifted. How about losing friends and family: And worst of all was the death of my wonderful husband (“It had to be Lou”) after I finally got the marriage thing right. Oh, yeah. I could be bitter. Very much so.
And yet. Many things in life are actually quite funny when you look at them in a certain way. If laughter is the best medicine, then think of me as your very own, slightly deranged Dr. Pat.
Dr Phil: Eat your heart out.
If the spirits —or spirits (a little wine or vodka does wonders)—move you, comment on the posts. Nothing fancy, just say what’s on your mind. You don’t have to be funny (unless you want to be) because that’s my job.

Yours is to never get bitter.

Think you can handle that?