A tragic reality occurs when women reach the age of 60. Suddenly we become invisible and irrelevant to the rest of the world.
Sending cards, letters and gifts during the holidays was an important tradition in my family. My mother kept a hand-written address book and regularly updated the details that included names of friends and relatives, changed addresses, names and birthdays of children, and notes about who had divorced or died.
My husband and I recently escaped the snows in Idaho for a first-time vacation in Belize. The travel brochures claimed the water around the tiny island of San Pedro offered some of the world’s best snorkeling, so we signed up for an excursion.
My adult children communicate by using text messages through their smart phones. I’ll receive a typical text: “Hi Mom. Can you watch the kids this afternoon?”
I’m a recovering news junkie. I used to start and end the day with a news program playing on television while I read a newspaper or news magazine.
Many people in their 60s continue to attend workshops and classes to enhance their professional talents, learn new skills, network with others or experience the fun of a cooking class or a travel program.
According to a recent study by Deloitte, $27 billion will be spent this fall on back-to-school clothes, supplies and accessories for students from kindergarten through 12th grade. I do my best to help the economy and society by spending money and time with my splendid granddaughters.
My first car was a 1973 Pontiac Firebird, candy apple red with a white roof and a black interior. My father gave it to me for Christmas in 1972 as a reward for my pending college graduation the following May.
Graduation time is here, and families will join to celebrate an important milestone in the lives of their graduates. Mixed with all the elaborate pomp and circumstance should be the harsh reality that student loans could make them indentured victims buried in endless, mounting debt. The popular book by Dr. Seuss Oh, the Places You’ll Go! will change to Woe! The Money You’ll Owe!
We met in our 50s, both divorced and disgruntled with relationships. I agreed to go on a blind date for dinner because I like to eat. Despite our best intentions to remain single forever, we were holding hands by dessert. Life has been sweet ever since.