A few weeks ago, I was having lunch with a dear friend who remarked that she couldn’t believe her 16-year-old granddaughter had gotten her driver’s license. That comment led to a whole conversation about who we were at 16, back when we were dancing…

Scroll through social media and you’ll see it: women in their 50s, 60s, and 70s sharing selfies. Sometimes they’re polished. Sometimes casual. Sometimes joyful, reflective, or quietly proud. And almost inevitably, a question follows – spoken or not: Why?

When I was newly retired several years ago, I created a website for those rookies in my cohort, so they could benefit from my experiences transitioning to a new stage of life. On that website, I included a definition of retirement, which felt quite tongue and cheek at the time: “to withdraw to a place of safety and seclusion.”

For most of my life, I was rarely alone. I was married for over 30 years and raised three children. My days were full of meals to make and pickups from school and activities. When my kids were young, I often dreamed of just one…

As I drive the hour to see her, memories and feelings flood the spaces of my mind. I have 63 years of memories. She’s my younger sister, and three years ago she was diagnosed with Early Onset Alzheimer’s Disease…

In this third installment of my Rearview Mirror series, written on the 33th anniversary of my mother’s passing – a milestone that is hitting me harder this year – I revisit her life and the ways her courage, compassion, and foresight continue to guide me as I navigate my own journey…

Here we are in the first month of the new year. It can feel exciting if you are happy to say goodbye to 2025, and it can feel daunting… and it can even feel both at the same time. Before the holidays began, I read an article by Maria Shriver…

Last week, one of my clients told me they thought they had “burnout.” Then they listed everything they had to do: The extra work project. The overly needy friend obligation. The thing they hate that they volunteered for…

What is this thing called happy, my friend?
Does it start with a wish—or come near the end?
Is it chickens in pots? Or cars shining bright?
A Mercedes at dusk with the headlights just right?

Do you need to feel better? What can you do about that right now? You don’t have to wait for your next vacation or the weekend. Invite yourself outside to sit on a bench in the park for a few minutes or for a short stroll…