I don’t know about you, but as I get older, my tolerance for small talk decreases. I used to be in a profession in which schmoozing was important. I often took CEOs of public companies out to dinner to discuss their business goals. I advised many management teams and formed meaningful relationships with the investment community…

I’m putting it out there. I am having issues with growing old. They say there are certain age bands when you feel the process of aging. Right now, at age 61, I am currently in one of those bands. I recently had dinner with a former colleague turned friend. We have known each other for 34 years…

I remember the first time a “senior” discount was bestowed upon me without my asking. I don’t know if I was more upset that I finally qualified for the discount, or that I LOOKED like I qualified for the discount. Senior discounts date back to the Great Depression of 1929, which hit retirees…

I recently read the book The Dutch House by Ann Patchett. There was a sentence near the end of the book that really made me stop and ponder. “We were all so young, you know. We were still our best selves.” I re-read that sentence several times as it evoked a lot of emotions…

I just discovered another sign of aging – all your doctors start to retire. I always think of a doctor as being an older statesman, or woman, and, I, a younger, dewy-eyed patient. This has been the dynamic of most of my doctor-patient relationships since I was a child and, up until now…

I had cataract surgery the other week – both eyes. It is amazing to wake up in the morning and see clearly without having to first put on glasses. Colors are more vibrant, and I am noticing things that I wasn’t able to see before. Sadly, these things also include…

Growing up, I remember hearing about what I would call “old people diseases,” such as cataracts, liver spots, high cholesterol, arthritis, etc. Ailments that affected people of “a certain age.” Well, here I am at 60 about to have cataract surgery. When I was in my 30s, my ophthalmologist…

I ran on Sunday, strength trained on Monday, and when my alarm went off to wake up for ballet class on Wednesday, my body rebelled.
Age is just a number, or so we are meant to believe. Well, I prefer the number 30. When I was 30, I could walk into a room and remember…

I remember the first time I was asked to participate in an International Women’s Day event. It was 2015 and I was invited by the New York Stock Exchange (NYSE) to a women-only program which included ringing the opening bell of the Exchange. I was very honored…

There is a growing trend for middle-aged women to embrace getting older by letting their hair go naturally grey. This trend is all over social media, fashion magazines, and the like. My response is, “Good for you! I salute you, sister, but don’t judge me if I keep coloring my hair…