"1959." Does that year ring your bell? Are you celebrating the Big 6-0 this year? I turn 60 in November. Snuggle Bunny turns 65 a few days later. It's kind of hard to believe. Feels a bit like we're entering The Twilight Zone. Especially since my mom never made it this far down the road … Continue reading The Kids of 1959
In the last post we talked about finding a blogging voice and saying something unique. It’s tougher than it sounds. Style is another challenging element of blogging. (Especially like people like me who major in “warped sense of humor.” Don’t say I didn’t warn you.) I like to write numerous posts all at once, when … Continue reading Getting in ‘The Zone’
Ladies, what does your “ideal” Valentine’s Day look like? A romantic candlelight dinner? A fine bouquet of roses and a box of Ghirardelli’s? A quiet walk on the beach at sunset (if you live some place warm)? It’s easy to get our expectations up around February 14. Used to be, a card and a box … Continue reading How to Say ‘I Love You’
It’s inevitable. Once you’ve wracked up five decades or so on the ‘ole age-o-meter, you're bound to hit a few brick walls along the way. Disappointments. Set backs. Hurts. Wounds. Struggles. Pain. One of the things I like to do with this blog is tell you about stuff I’m really excited about. Like, jumping up … Continue reading Can You ‘Imagine’?
Being 50+ means you can sometimes get away with all kinds of stuff. As in, "Don't worry about it, Jeanine. She's a senior. Probably just forgot." Or, "Okay. But did you see my birth year, officer? It's right here on my license. I'll show you just as soon as I find it." Another "50+ perk" … Continue reading A Not-So ‘Super’ Sunday?
When I was a kid, I rarely missed school due to illness. In fact, I think I can number on one hand the times I missed elementary school cuz I was sick. But on the rare occasions when I got to stay home, I could always count on one thing: Laying on my death bed … Continue reading Take a Bite Out of Midlife With These “I Love Lucy”-Inspired Recipes
One of the “mixed blessings” that can come with midlife is perspective. Experience. Being able to call a spade a spade. Spot a fake a mile off. Acquiring the fine art of telling someone to go to hell in such a way that they enjoy the trip. The flip side of the mix is when … Continue reading ‘Cafe Toxic’ & Mama Grizzly
You wake up one day and your hair’s turning gray. You may have put on a few pounds. Gained a few more lines around the eyes or mouth. The spring in your step isn’t quite as springy as it used to be. It’s not that you’re “old” (whatever that means). You’re just not young anymore. … Continue reading Oo, Shiney!
If you’re a 50-pluser, chances are your kids are either grown or nearly grown. And you have to let them go. Branch out. Hoist anchor. Spread their sails and catch the evening wind. On their own. But when they hit a squall and run aground or founder, broken and shattered, it really stinketh. Big time. … Continue reading When Love Stinks
Back when I was young and foolish – like last week – “50 years old” sounded positively Methuselahian. Over the hill. Older than dirt. "Fifty years old" sounds dinosaur-ish to a 25 year-old. Or even a 30 year-old. Or …. Well. You get my drift. Now that I’m closing on my 60th birthday, however, “50 … Continue reading What Does “Years Old” Mean, Anyway?