About Whose Fault Am I?

“From the moment of our birth, the customs into which we are born shape our experience and behavior. By the time we can talk, we are the little creatures of our culture, and by the time we’re grown and able to take part in its activities, its habits are our habits, its beliefs our beliefs, its impossibilities our impossibilities…”

– Ruth Fulton Benedict, American anthropologist, folklorist, author, poet and first female full professor in the U.S.

Whose Fault Am I? was birthed after several decades of gestation — and if you’re any good at math, you’ve figured out that I’m what men my age call “an older woman.” But before you hit the back arrow, let me explain why this is not just your mother’s or your grandmother’s blog.

Whose Fault Am I? will not redefine aging. It won’t promote crepe-erasing creams or share thigh-tightening hacks. It won’t publish mindfulness memes that make you throw up a little in your mouth. It won’t tell you how to revitalize your marriage, feel your very best every day or reconnect with your vagina.

Whose Fault Am I? will showcase and embrace, replace or maybe erase some of the plausible lies, un-questioned conclusions, irrational dogmas and curated experiences that shape our beliefs and behaviors and turn us all into “little creatures of our culture.”

It will drag you through re-recollections, rude awakenings and rabid rants that document my own attempt to figure out whose fault I am. It will raise doubts and spur epiphanies that might amuse, confuse or bruise you, but will hopefully enthuse you to think again. 

Please join me as I question answers I never doubted — “…til death do you part” — and answer questions I never thought to ask – “Why does a pound of my pain weigh more than a pound of my joy?”