The New Ourselves, Growing Older by Doress-Worters, P. B., & Diana Laskin Siegal.  American women face an onslaught of images, remarks, advice, and shame concerning the process of aging. It is little wonder so many approach the forty year mark with dread, as that birthday draws the imaginary line in the sand between youthfulness and becoming old and… Read More
Sweet, Sweet, Wisdom: Fortunes That Will Do In A Crunch
How do you do it? What is your fortune cookie modus operandi?  Do you crack open the cookie and read the fortune first, or do you crack, nibble, read, and then eat some more? Do you read your fortune and then, if you don’t like it, steal your husband’s? (Not that I would do that, but I think I’ve… Read More
Midlife: When Identity and Purpose Do A Fiery Tango
“Do I need to lighten up?†My husband said this as he dropped onto the couch with a plop that screamed exhaustion. His weariness stemmed from the weeks-long attempt to improve our high-speed Internet service through Century Link. At least, that was the surface reason. I believe his fatigue also has to do with identity and purpose as he reinvents… Read More
Moon Pause, Part 9: Choose To Be The Masterpiece Of Your Life
Conclusions Over the past eight weeks, I’ve delved into a variety of issues that women (and men) face in the second half of life. I feel as though I stood next to an iceberg of information and only scratched the surface enough to make a margarita. The topic of aging women is diverse, challenging, and exciting. Will my definition of… Read More
Sorry! Proud Mom Moment.
So. I’ve never been the mom who had umpteen photos of her kids in her wallet.  I withstood the withering glances of women who asked to see pictures of my kids as I said, “I don’t have any.†Somewhere there is small print that I didn’t read in the mommy contract: Have current photos of your awesome kids at all… Read More
Midlife Creativity: Five Ah-Ha Moments
Bridget stared at the length of white, yet-to-be-touched, silk scarf with a frown that spoke volumes. Was it a 14 x 72 inch demon or wisp of possibility? She circled the fabric, dipped her brush in a puddle of blue dye, and stepped back. She sighed. “I’m afraid to start,†she said. “What if I screw it up?†Ah, midlife… Read More
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