Considering the serious issues most of us have dealt with over the last couple of years, I need to take a deep breath and find something a little lighthearted as I move into January. I am planning to begin the New Year, 2023, with a couple not so serious resolutions…

As a writer, my audience consists of women of a certain era. Those of us who now occupy the years beyond youth. I am my own demographic, and I write from personal experience about exploring options and deciding what we want…

What’s easy to do? Spend life in rigid countdown mode – ticking off backwards down to zero. How many days until my child marries? How many days until I become a grandmother? How many days until my 65th birthday party?

Growing up reading fairy tales, I believed that my soulmate is out there. When he (insert your own preference) crossed my path, it will be love at first sight. We will live happily ever after. Alas, that is not what happened…

How often do you take note of different themes that encapsulate each stage of your life? If you look closely at major turning points you have experienced, you will see consistent patterns and themes that serve as guideposts for your life’s choices…

2023 is right at the door! It is a brand new turning of the pages. As I reflect on the past year, both in my personal life and work, the most important thought that strikes me is the pervasive sense of fear in people around me. The what isn’t all that important…

As someone who has spent her entire life on the peripheral, I know all about being a square peg in a round world. As a once attractive young woman who desperately wanted to fit in, I would never have thought to say anything that ran contrary to popular opinion…

Few people seem to make New Year’s resolutions these days. They seem outdated and hard-to-keep. Why say your resolution is to visit the gym daily only to disappoint yourself a few months later when your gym clothes become your lounge pajamas?

When I was young, I used to love looking at the windows of the houses lit up by Christmas trees and sparkling lights. In the dark winter months, I would spy little flurries of different lives being lived along the street where I grew up…

When I was a little girl, my mother made my sister and I write thank-you notes to whoever gave us a gift, large or small, on our birthdays or for the Holidays. This from early on, when writing even one word was a laborious, tongue-biting experience…