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Kari Lizer’s Aren’t You Forgetting Someone? confronts midlife and its difficult transitions with humor, vulnerability, and grace.

You could always buy Sprinkles cupcakes if they don’t turn out, but that would cost a fortune. So follow the directions carefully.

His rain-or-shine self-righteousness sends a familiar cold vacuum through my head and chest. In that tundra, I calculate. I cannot defend myself and protect Arthur too.

I don’t tell him of the dream I had, or how when I watch my boys skating with Clair, I see a different pond, one I haven’t been to in years.

There is before and there is after. Nothing else matters some days, but this morning I hear the horses nickering gently to each other in the corral outside my window, waiting for me to get up and feed them.

I was perhaps the exact readership that Judy Blume had in mind when she wrote Are You There, God? I was a girl with very little information about sexuality.

I still don’t remember what it is. I know the feeling though. I feel its emptiness like black tar.

I try to decode the doctor’s words / across a paper curtain. She wishes / I was not awake.

Grief is no stranger. I know / what it is to long for someone / you loved fiercely.

my son stoops / until his mouth is level with the fresh-fallen // snow, and there he parts his lips

The first time we tried to conceive you, / the moon slid between the earth