It's true. At fifty-three, all Beth's got is a sex-starved
marriage to Howard the psychiatrist, an (almost) empty
nest and a suitcase full of long-forgotten dreams of
becoming...well, something more.
Beth doesn't look like the kind of woman who would run
away from home, but to heck with reason. If logic were
motor oil, she'd be three quarts low. Besides, only one
question really counts: Can love survive being stuck in a
zipper? Maybe it's time to spread her wings (for
everyone's sake), cross her fingers...and see where the
open road to acceptance and hope will lead.