Mag Connie: 40 Something

The air in the 40-Something magazine office always smelled of expensive espresso and the faint, ozone-like scent of a high-end printer working overtime. For Connie, the magazine’s lead features editor, that smell was the scent of survival.

Connie leaned back, the smell of the printer finally smelling like victory. She had spent twenty years telling other people's stories. At forty-four, she was finally ready to tell her own. 40 something mag connie

By noon, the office was buzzing. The servers were straining under the weight of thousands of comments. Women weren't just reading it; they were testifying. 'Finally,' one wrote. 'I thought it was just me.' The air in the 40-Something magazine office always