Tell me, what else should I have done? Doesn’t everything die at last, and too soon? ~Mary Oliver Would've, could've, should've. Who among us hasn't had those feelings? You know, the ones where we wish we could go back in time and "be there" for someone who leaves us too soon. My ex-husband lost . . .
Looking back all those years ago I can't remember a time when age was an issue for me. In those days we could drink at 18, so 21 was no big deal. I don't remember 30 as anything worthy of concern. Or 40 or 50. Sixty didn't really mean anything, for some reason. In fact, none of those milestone . . .
No one told me anything about menopause. Nothing. Nada. So I swore I'd talk about it out loud so that women coming up behind me would know what to expect. And, apparently, so did many other bloggers. Which I think is good. Positive. Helpful However. If I were a younger woman reading some of the . . .
"Stress takes its toll." We hear it all the time and so many of us, including me, pay lip service to it. But do we really believe it? Like aging, the ravages of stress sneak up on us. We're all busy, every one of us. Work, family, and so many other responsibilities weigh on our shoulders. We women . . .
Who doesn't love Roy Orbison's Pretty Woman? The first few bars of the song, a hit in 1964, defined my young adolescence. And the Traveling Wilburys were a particular favorite of mine--but they shouldn't be a footnote in this post, they deserve a post of their own A few weeks ago I bought tickets . . .
When we bought our new Subaru Outback last summer we decided to get Sirius/XM radio. Mostly because we love our oldies--music from the 1960s and also from our earlier childhood in the 1950s. How nice to be able to listen (mostly) without the intrusive patter of DJs and the noisy chatter of . . .
Oh, it's not Wednesday? That's ok. It still applies. If I've heard it once, I've heard it a million times. "You're 62?? What do you use on your skin? You have no wrinkles." So, first of all, it's true. Fewer wrinkles than my peers. But it's mostly genetics. My parents had very few . . .
What is there to say? One day I will die. And so will he, and you and every one of us under this roof. You must put these things in proportion, Mrs. Patmore. –Mrs. Hughes, Downton Abbey So. I read a whole lot of blogs written by mid-life and senior bloggers and I have to wonder: Am I late to the . . .
There seems to be a whole lotta pride out there, these days, and I'm all for it. But when the internet allows everyone the opportunity to strut their stuff for all eyes, we see things we wish we hadn't. This post began when a friend blogged about photos of quite senior women in their mostly naked . . .
The hunt for the mythical Fountain of Youth didn't die with Ponce de Leon. It's still alive and well. Just look around. Desperate attempts to look younger are everywhere in the Boomer cohort. Lifts and tucks, mini-skirts and diets and anxiety, such anxiety. We lament our invisibility. We transform . . .