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 . . .
"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 . . .
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 . . .
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 . . .
So girlfriend and were chatting yesterday. She's around my age and had a beautiful mother whose genes she inherited. Although she doesn't think so. And so she's had a few little cosmetic tweaks, even though her significant other thinks she's a goddess. No surprise. Because every girlfriend with a . . .
I was feeling puckish yesterday, up for some fun, ready for a good time, so with time on my hands I tossed a tiny bottle of pistachio-colored nail polish in my bag and went off to see Mai, my manicurist. Mai and I hang out maybe once every month or two, whenever I feel the need for a professional . . .
These beautiful petit fours are a small work of art, aren't they? Just gorgeous. Fondant helps make any confection a work of art. But, it doesn't taste so good. In fact, as much as I like the way petit fours look, I think they taste awful. And I wonder how many people think these things are . . .
Credit If you're a Baby Boomer, aging is probably on your mind. Aging gracefully is a horse of a different color. Literally. Because it means something different for everyone. Some people believe that aging well requires cosmetic enhancements or surgery. Women's magazines are filled . . .
Emerson wrote that in 1860, but it has special meaning today, since beauty has become a medically-commercial commodity that he could have never anticipated. It's interesting to be the age that I am because the days of trading in whatever beauty I had in my youth are long gone.Sure, there's surgical . . .