I prefer to fight the aging process -- which, I'd like to point out, has nothing to do with dressing like a 20-something or running for Botox every time I spot a wrinkle.

I'm a wuss. I'm not proud of it, but I'm one of those 98-pound weaklings who just happens to weigh a bit more. Ever since I was a kid, words have been my weapon of choice. I wouldn't know what to do if I was attacked except maybe write about it after. And a fat lot of good that would do.

Midlife is the perfect time of life for those of us who are deadline-driven. While the sand in our hourglasses isn't in imminent danger of running out, most of us realize that our time no longer feels unlimited. It's today or never to determine how we spend the next chapters.

Oh, and one other thing: Earworms are apparently quite contagious. Sometimes the mere mention of a song triggers it in another person. So with my apologies, anyone feel up for a chorus of 'Landslide' about now?