The day my daughter Anna got her nose pierced, my husband Ken, remained unequivocal on the subject. He told me that, “if you had had a nose piercing when we met we wouldn’t be having this conversation today.”
The biggest problem I hear from my friends over 50 is: “What next?”
If my son is right, this may be our last New Year’s Eve, so we better make it a good one.
“Wherever the end of this year takes you, let go of the hatred. Don’t blame the lettuce. Just love. Just understand.”
Misery loves company. So I’d really like to thank the ones who verbalized their holiday frustration within my ear shot this week.
The intense mommy buzz created by Amy Chua’s book Battle Hymn of the Tiger Mother is causing a flare-up of my own parental PTSD — our three girls are all in their 20s now and it’s been years since I worried about a playgroup…
What the heck happened in my life for the entire 12 months of 2011.
Without checking my calendar, I can’t remember a thing that happened in March… or May. It’s like reviewing the ‘80s where whole years happened, hundreds of days……
Please raise your hand if you have ever had a fantasy of marrying George Clooney.
While I no longer can recall the gifts I ’ve been given from year to year, I always remember the experiences. So, when I turned 50, I invited a group of girlfriends and my sisters for a weekend in the country
This is the week that defines the holidays for us. It’s a time to celebrate life with children, who are more adult than anything else. It’s my time to dive into each of them and to re-establish contact in a new and meaningful way. Let’s face it, they aren’t the same people they were last year at this time.
Dr. Jane answers BA50’s questions about what we CAN DO to sharpen up our memory.
Okay, I’m 52-years-old. And it seems as if everywhere I look, there are articles and books and commercials about menopause. I’m starting to feel left out!
It has taken me 51 years to see Frank Capra’s 1946 classic, It’s a Wonderful Life……..George wished that he had never lived. George’s angel showed him how life would have been different if that had been the case.
We are often last on the list. Reminders to be more conscious of what we need to refuel are necessary when we barely have time to breathe during the holiday season.
It’s Sunday afternoon and I am procrastinating. I have homework and a 10 page paper due in ten days and I just want to eat some pizza. You see, three semesters ago I enrolled in a Masters program at Simmons College in Boston
As with all things, I believe in moderation and balance. There’s no need to habitually give handouts or to withhold unnecessarily.
This is where I spent the last year, in the belly of the Dog – a yoga studio called Laughing Dog in Wellesley, Ma.
I discovered something so simple that it shouldn’t even have to be said: You can only work hard at something that you don’t love for so long before you start to burn out.
Sometimes, the meeting takes place on her front steps, and we sip as our two 75-plus pound dogs run, tumble, bark or just lie resting nearby.
It all started when my youngest of four, my 12 year-old daughter, wanted me to run with her. “Let’s get up at 6:30, so that I can run before school,” she offered.