Ok, parents, this one's for you. Well, it's for you if any of these questions resonate: Is your grown child over age 21 still living at home, even though he or she has a job? Is your grown kid unemployed and still trying to find himself, while crashing in his or her old bedroom at the family . . .
Accepting life. That means accepting what it is and what it will never be. Today, a strange but fitting mash-up of Mad Men, Keith Haring and what I know to be true about living a happy life. It's over at Boomeon, HERE. If you do not want to sign up to comment, I hope you will share on any social . . .
I like to think I'm pretty evolved at this age, but then again, things happen that remind me I'm still a work in progress and I'm likely to still be a work in progress when I draw my last breath. Which I hope is a long time from now. So here's a question for you: We hear advice to "own our own . . .
Maybe it's the myth of the Superwoman that makes it so hard for some women to say "no." Or the need to be a "nice girl." Or maybe it's the feeling we ought to be doing the thing we're being asked to do, even if we have no time for it. Even when we are already over-committed. Or maybe we just . . .
Spring is here. Ok, well, it's been here a while (thank you, climate change) and some of the plants are a little confused. Apricots are already coming out on our neighbors' tree, months early. But still, it's spring. That's what the calendar tells us. And it's the calendar with which I have a . . .
Remember what it felt like to NOT have a Valentine? Thought so. I'm starting a movement to make Valentine's Day a true day of love..instead of a day for true love. There IS a difference, you know. And there's plenty of time to MAKE a difference. Interested? I've got a post for . . .
By the time you get to midlife, life gets kind of...cluttered. If you've got kids there's all the associated duties--school activities if they're still younger, babysitting grandkids if they're older. There are the friends you made when the kids were in school and those friends you keep meaning to . . .
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 . . .
Are you doing enough? Chances are the answer is yes. But there's a disturbing trend I keep seeing: social media articles and blog posts that exhort Baby Boomers to do more. That suggest we are not good enough as we are. Here's what they insist: Ummm. Seriously? Because I know a whole lot of . . .
This is not my Fitbit Dashboard. In fact, mine has never had a number that high that because it doesn't give credit for the things I spend most of my time doing. Unless of course I turn a page or hit the return key with a big flourish. Or maybe I could get a walking desk that has a treadmill . . .
