Turning 70

Today I turn seventy, a number Hallmark decrees a milestone based on the number of greeting cards there are.  I’ve moved through all my significant birthdays pretty smoothly.  Thirty was a breeze, and forty was fabulous. Fifty felt empowering and

Nyad vs The Golden Bachelor- Who Gets My Rose?

In the past few weeks, I feel as though the media has morphed into the golden age of aging, though some portrayals are less than golden. In fact, some are tarnished old tropes that women have been fed since childhood.

Women and Beauty- Is there an Expiration Date?

Today I turn 64 and if I am to believe the media, I have long passed my expiration date of desirability as a woman. In fact to accept conventional wisdom about women, nothing matches their fear of visible signs of

Ageing Shocker

In a gesture of maturity- though with about as much enthusiasm as swallowing a bitter pill- I finally came to grips this recent birthday with being referred to as “middle aged.” So it was a shock to my baby boomer