Family

Many women in their middle to later years thought that by now things would feel easier. Quieter, maybe. But certainly, more settled. Unfortunately, it’s not uncommon for women of this age to feel strangely invisible in their own marriages. Not abused. Just… overlooked. Forgotten…

Based on our many conversations with women over 60, a quiet theme keeps emerging. After a big life change, retirement, relocation, or both, many expected community to feel easier. With more time and fewer obligations, connection seemed like it would naturally follow…

Are you ready to become a grandparent? Many women look forward to this stage of life and even anxiously prod their children to make it a reality sooner rather than later. In the end, we don’t really have much to say about when the blessed…

Music is one of those things that can easily bond generations. Songs have a universal power to connect people and make lasting memories. Sharing your favorite “old-time” songs with your grandkids is a great way to share your stories with them and show them how you were when you were younger.

You can love fiercely, sacrifice willingly, pray faithfully, and show up again and again only to find yourself standing in a place you never imagined. A place where your relationship with your adult child feels strained, distant, fractured, or painfully complicated…

“I don’t care what anyone thinks” is one of those sentences people say casually and often, usually without pausing long enough to test whether it’s true. It has the rhythm of independence and the posture of courage, which makes it attractive…

If you’re like most people, you think about having a dream wedding and a happy marriage with a person that you truly love and adore. There’s nothing more beautiful than being committed to one person for the rest of your life and sharing your entire lifetime with them…

As I’ve grown older, I’ve realized that some of my most valuable lessons haven’t come from books, workshops, or heartfelt advice from friends. Instead, they’ve arrived quietly, through the soft paws and steady presence of my beloved cat…

I was in my 60s when my relationship with my adult daughter finally broke completely. The details don’t matter as much as this truth: I spent the first six months believing my life was over. How could it not be?

I’m sitting in my therapist’s office, crying into a tissue that’s basically disintegrated, and he asks me a question that stops me cold: “Whose anxiety are you actually managing right now?” I start to…