I must confess, turning 60 feels a bit daunting to me. I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up. I must say I like it like that. I’m still venturing, trying new things, and new ideas. I don’t think I look my age, but I’m not sure it would be a bad thing. Age really only matters if you’re a fine wine r a cheese. I’m neither. I admit I imagined myself thinner, richer and having a butler by the tie I reached 60.
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My dear sweet daughter, Celebrating your 28th birthday made me reflect and want to share some well-earned wisdoms with you. You know, the kind of stuff I wish someone had told me when I was your age? Yes, I know you didn’t ask, but we both know that has never stopped me before. First up, […]
It depends on who you ask. To my ex-husband who hooked up with a little Russian chick half his age and yells to the hilltops that he is not too old; you can sit down now, we hear you. But, for the rest of us who still have our sanity and are considered by many to […]
From my point of view, I see 60 years coming up this summer. If my best years are behind me, I’m not sure I want to know it. As I delved into this subject, I was a bit nervous. Statistics can be brutal and I’m not above living in denial. And wasn’t it just yesterday […]
I learned a while ago that you have a rocking sense of humor. Something I’m kind of excited to talk with you about when the time comes. You are so big on the accountability thing that I know you will appreciate where I’m coming from. We need to talk. I’ve been meaning to ask you […]