Can you relate to bargaining with the contents of your emotional baggage? Maybe you’ve looked at the contents several times over the course of your life. You may have even convinced yourself the more troubling contents were not all that bad…

We all want to live lives of meaning. We want to find a purpose for our days and feel fulfilled in knowing we give something to the world. We also want to enjoy our time and enjoy the fruit of the labors…

I love getting older! How many women do you know who feel that way? Sure, my body is changing, and my eyesight may not be as good as it used to be, but I consider that a gauntlet thrown by Mother Nature…

It was a damp Seattle evening in May, as I settled into my seat at Benaroya Hall to hear the Seattle Symphony. I was attending an event with a friend, and it was our “pre Mother’s Day treat” to ourselves…

When I turned 60 and decided that I want to live at least 40 more years, I started my 100th Year Project, not knowing how it would change my life. I didn’t realize then that 60 isn’t even considered old: that 65 to 75 is young old, 75 to 85 old…

I have to let you in on a little secret – I couldn’t wait to be 60! Whilst others around me were bemoaning the advancing of their years and telling stories that it was all downhill from here, I was quietly rejoicing becoming 60…

You probably know a grumpy old person. They aren’t fun to be around, and if you let them, they can suck all of the energy out of a room. It is difficult to be in the company of a grumpy old person – male or female – and when we must, we often do it out of obligation…

There is no gentle way to say this: My husband and I lost three special friends within a two-week period. Their ages: 83, 72, and 65. Two had health issues, but their deaths were nevertheless unexpected…

Unpacking your emotional baggage, at any age, can be a scary proposition. This is especially true for those of us over 60. You may feel called to do so and yet, there likely arises a number of reasons you convince yourself it is best to leave it alone…

You’re afraid of breaking a hip when you fall. You’re saying good-bye to dear friends, who’ve lost their battle with cancer. You worry if you’re forgetting words like you always have, or if it’s becoming a pattern…