I am a Midwestern woman of quirky disposition, eccentricities interesting and banal, and many bad habits. I am a feminist down to my bones. I am also a writerly sort of person, drawn always to the expressive possibilities of words …  but writing is agony for me … I am desperate to give shape to my experiences and feelings but feel strangled. That’s one reason for this blog–an attempt to somehow get past the paralysis, to succeed in putting words to paper (or screen).

There are other reasons. In the shank of what is euphemistically called “midlife,” I am adrift. I am struggling to make sense of life, from unfulfilling work to political disappointments to the recent death of my mother. I’m questing after meaning and joy. I see this blog–Mia at Midlife– as a way in.