Have you ever entered a room and forgotten why you're there? When was the last time you forgot where you parked your car when grocery shopping? What's the last important thing that you misplaced and when did you "lose" it? It's frustrating, isn't it? If you're of a certain age, this happens to . . .
Boomer friends, do you feel old? I didn't think so. It's always a surprise when I have to give my age. Am I really that old? I think. Think back to the 1950s, when women looked old by the time they reached 50. Did these women feel as old as they looked? Or was there a 21-year-old inside just . . .
Have you ever wanted to do something but been kind of, well, afraid to take the risk? Afraid to step outside your comfort zone? This is a photograph of my husband doing something he never thought he'd do and in the process, he gave me an opportunity for think about aging, risk ....and . . .
The first time I visited Sicily and saw my 78-year-old great aunt zoom up stairs like these with ease--despite the altitude of about half a mile--I was amazed. No ranch homes or elevators in the tiny town of Gratteri. Everyone aged in place. That's the term being used now for the time period when . . .
Don't they? I got a text the other day from a 40-something mom I know whose daughter was about to turn 17. She said: "I always say about raising kids that days are long, years are short!" My response was that at this age, I notice that days are short, weeks are also short and years are even . . .
Life is a long, winding road and as much as we plan, we really can't know for sure what's around the bend. One of the gifts of age is that a lot of the road now lays behind us, and with that experience, comes learning. So I'll share some of my lessons from the second half of life. 1. You can't . . .
..it is very important to be in love with life. I have met people...in their 80s who love life so much that, behind their aged bodies, the numbers disappear. ~Keith Haring Keith Haring's journals show what a deep and observant thinker he was, and also what a great loss the creative world suffered . . .
It wasn't so long ago that if I'd heard the words "losing our..." I'd finish the sentence with "religion!" as in the REM song. Remember that? But nowadays "losing our..." can end with anything from "car keys" to "independence." And we could be referring to our parents... ...or ourselves, because . . .
Have you heard? Women my age--let's call it "over 50" --are invisible. That's right. No one pays us any attention. We can't get work, we can't get men, our lives are over. Yep, that's right. Or so we're told. And that's what many women at midlife and after believe. Apparently, I didn't get the . . .
There's a stereotype of older people in which they're querulously complaining about everything: their health, the neighbor kids, noisy gardeners, bad drivers--you name it. And while some of us are like that, for the most part the Baby Boomer generation is more tolerant, I think, than our parents' . . .