I began my early career as a dancer. I loved the feeling that moving my body gave me. All the worries of the day would disappear as soon as I started moving. Nothing mattered in those moments. All that existed was the music, the sound…

When was the last time you whispered “sweet somethings” to yourself? How often do you praise and speak happily about the majesty and beauty of YOU? How much is your inner self dialogue loving, supportive, encouraging, compassionate…

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…

When I was a child, I was constantly being told to quiet down and not to make so much noise. I had an exuberance for life and was always excited by what the day would bring. However, after being told repeatedly that I was too loud…

As I thought back to my mother’s generation, I was shocked at how “ageist” many people were back then. Or, maybe it was simply the fact that there weren’t many role models for women (and men) who were thriving and doing things differently…

When I was growing up, I was told that women over 40 should keep their hair short and wear sensible clothing that was appropriate for a mature woman. The idea was that it wasn’t “proper” to draw attention to yourself and that you needed to act your age…

I have a deep and insatiable hunger. I used to believe that it was for food. Now I know that it was for life! If, like me, you have struggled with food and feeling “at home” in your body, you may have spent what seems to be a lifetime trying to fill a hunger…

At 60, there’s a blessing in my bones, a glow in my heart and a radiance in my thinking. My body has settled from all of the experiences of the past and wraps herself around me like a beloved friend. And indeed, she is. We have been through so much…