It’s All In My Head
It’s All In My Head Psychological Time I have a love/hate relationship with my electric toothbrush, shamed into getting one by my plaque-vigilant dental hygienist. There I am tilted so far back in the exam chair it feels like my bladder is in my stomach and...
Truth Telling: The Power of Journaling
Truth Telling: The Power of Journaling The power of journaling lies in your ability to be honest with yourself. I had the honor and privilege of teaching a journaling workshop to a group of very brave, courageous women last week. For this particular group, I...
A Reflection: Trusting What’s To Come
A Reflection: Trusting What’s To Come Happy New Year: A Reflection Trusting What the Universe Has in Store for You New Year’s Day is a day of reflection for me. I especially love to read some of my journal entries from the past year. And every year it’s the...
It Takes a Village
Confessions from the Other Side…of 50It Takes A Village (to remember a sentence)It’s two days after Hurricane Dorian, and we’ve all been cooped up inside with no power. Penelope, ever patient, hasn’t had a good run in days. Off to the beach we go, the three of us...
Hey, I’m Not Done Yet! 10 Reasons Midlife Women Rule!
A midlife woman I met recently in need of work and with a lifetime of professional experience shared that she sent out more resumes than she could remember with zero response. Zero. She is sure it’s her age. Just not right, I said to myself. We have so much to offer, I thought emphatically, in immediate defense of her and us collectively, the midlife and beyond women.
Really, do we hit an expiration “use by” date where we should be discarded or sold in some secondary market at a cheaper price? In a culture that values youth and perfection and has repurposed success and spirituality into phrases and brands like “Spiritual Gangster” and “Biz Babes” and gives advice in the literary form of, “Girl, Go Wash Your Face,” “You’re a Bad**s” and “UnF**k Yourself,” where do we midlife women fit in exactly? It seems as if we are caught at the crossroads of either giving into the perception that we are beyond our prime and putting on our frumpy, gag, or screaming, hey, we’re not done yet!
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