A dreary life is a lot like a thick book with page after page of humdrum, dull, and boring writing. Yuck. Who wants a life like that? Unfortunately, there seems to be an increase in mundane days as you grow older. You try to adjust your expectations of what constitutes
I’m a people watcher. One of the human things I’m noticing as we move forward with COVID-19’s sheltering-in-home is the mixed bag of responses regarding isolation. Most of us cozied right up to the idea of time off of work or the perfect excuse to indulge ourselves in a DIY
Are you feeling lonely? It’s not a fun emotion as it usually morphs into feeling sad, isolated, or depressed. You’ve probably known periods of loneliness more often than you’d like. Most women over 50 have, so you’re not alone. As you age, people you care about disappear from your life
Autumn, my favorite time of year, but this year it signals more than ever the changing seasons in my own life. It seems but a few months ago that I celebrated the holidays. Now they’re almost here again… …already? What? Where did the time go? What did I do with
Are you in danger of fossilization? Harboring negative aging attitudes that hold you back from healthy change? I’m on the planning committee for our 50th high school reunion, and guess what! Everyone posting on our reunion Facebook group looks OLD. I still remember all my classmates as their 18-year-old-selves, except
So… recently on my Facebook page, I asked the question, “What has been your hardest adjustment to aging?” Here are just a FEW of the responses: “Feeling the same as always but finding that my body doesn’t listen to what I tell it to do anymore (run, jump, etc.).” “Time
I couldn’t wait for recess. My best friend, Kathy, was meeting me by the big tree in the playground. We were going to play “Peter Pan and Windy” with a bunch of school friends. Of course, I was going to be Peter Pan OR Captain Hook. (Did I want to
Have you ever talked yourself out of a once-in-a-lifetime, amazingly fun day because of fear? Especially since you’re not young anymore? Tom and I had driven around the island of Korcula, Croatia, exploring villages and beaches. Particularly the beaches as we planned to spend the next day enjoying the crystal
“Run, little squirrel, RUN!” I wanted that bubonic-plague carrying ground squirrel and all his cute little friends out of my yard. Their community of underground dens covers the hills around our house. One tiny bite with their sharp, little teeth could be life-threatening—to people or dogs. Our two babies are
I couldn’t stop laughing. The unexpected encounter made my day. Tom and I had decided to take a walk along our long, country driveway. On this particular evening, we had our son, Daniel, and his 5-year-old son, Kaius, spending the night. They’d stayed behind to get ready for bed. Walking