The Midlife Shoulder Season

And this has nothing to do with the limbs.

Photo courtesy of Nancy Marmolejo.

For most of my younger years, the phrase “midlife” struck me as a time of loss, of letting go of the edginess, the sexiness, the impulsivity of youth. I equated it with mom haircuts, mom jeans, deflating asses, sensible shoes, and smooth jazz on low volume. I pictured uncool aging women, sitting on the sidelines as the …