It's Not a "Self-Help" Book, It's a SELF-HONOR Book!
Grab your robe, your fuzzy slippers, and read the book that finally gets you.
A Good Read for Every Fabulous Woman
29 ON THE INSIDE - Aging, Humor & the Art of Not Caring What Others Think
You may be over 50, but inside? You’re still 29—and it’s time the world caught up.
29 on the Inside is the unfiltered, hilarious, and deeply honest survival guide every woman didn't know she needed. Part comedy, part comfort, and 100% relatable, this book is for the woman who has lived through the chaos, the heartbreak, the beauty creams, the guilt trips, the adult children, the family drama, and still manages to laugh (or at least roll her eyes with flair).
Author Robin (let’s just call her your new favorite brutally honest friend) takes you on a wild ride through chapters like:
- “I Don’t Want New Friends (And That’s OK)”
- “Women, Drama, and Why I Prefer Men”
- “Beauty in the Mirror (Or Just a Clean Bathroom)”
- “No, I Don’t Need Therapy (But Thanks for the Concern)”
With each story comes a moment of reflection—a funny, freeing activity that helps you let go of shame, shake off expectations, and feel a little lighter.
If you’ve ever felt too loud, too tired, too invisible, too emotional, or just plain too much—this book is your permission slip to stop apologizing and start living louder.
Whether you're 48, 58, 68—or just somewhere in your “What the hell is happening to my neck?” era—29 on the Inside is here to remind you that joy isn’t something you outgrow. It’s something you reclaim.
Because growing older isn’t the end. It’s the beginning of not giving a damn—and that’s when the fun really starts.
Believe in yourself and all that you are. Know that there is something inside you that is greater than any obstacle.
Christian D. Larson
Cuppa Coffee, Hon?
Relax, Read & Renew
This is for the women who cry in the car, laugh in the kitchen, and keep showing up—no matter what. The ones who’ve been through it, held it all together, and are just now realizing… maybe it’s finally time to hold themselves. If we were sitting across from each other with a cup of coffee (or wine—I don’t judge), I’d tell you this: You’re not lost. You’re just evolving. You don’t need to be fixed. You just need to be seen. You’re still funny. Still smart. Still worthy.
Still 29 on the inside. This book is me pulling up a chair next to you and saying, “Let’s talk, babe.” Because we’re not done. We’re just getting real.