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Mallory Reynolds had envisioned high tea as a turning point. This was the kind of thing put-together women did. Women with blazers. Women who knew the difference between Earl Grey  and whatever was in that dusty Lipton box . Women whose lives did not currently revolve around whose turn it was to buy toilet paper or whether ibuprofen counted as a personality. So, Mallory ironed a blouse she had not worn since before her hips unionized against her, slapped on lipstick that bold

Another Unscheduled Midlife Crisis Mallory Reynolds did not “do” yoga. She once described herself as “about as flexible as a government website,” which seemed accurate. But after her doctor suggested she “incorporate light movement,” and after her friend Tiffany sent her a 40% off Groupon for a beginner’s class, Mallory decided she could tolerate one hour of pretending to be a pretzel. What she did not  expect was Goat Yoga. She had no idea until she walked in and saw twenty

A Very Midlife Trauma I knew things were getting out of control when my fridge started sending me notifications like it was my mother. “Your spinach has expired.” “Your water intake is insufficient.” “Your cheese-to-vegetable ratio is concerning.” Excuse me? I didn’t buy a fridge; I bought a judgmental roommate with a freezer. It all started last Tuesday, when my boss announced, we’d be returning to the office twice a week, and my eye began twitching so violently that I looke

I was born beneath lamplight, my first breath a whisper of thread, drawn through silk that sighed in the hands of women whose fingers...

Mallory Reynolds was already regretting the blind date before she even parked her car. Helen, her best friend and certified chaos agent,...

Mallory and Helen had never intended to make a sport out of snacking, but somehow, Ritz crackers had turned into the Olympic event of...

Mallory Reynolds and the Chunky Milk Betrayal Mallory awoke in what could only be described as a fog of regret, dehydration, and faint...

1. The Guy Who Brought His Mom Mallory thought she was meeting Steve, an accountant who “loved travel and good food.” She arrived at...