Have you pondered, dear one, what comes after goodbye? What waits in the wings when it’s your time to fly? If you’re over sixty, or older than that, No doubt you’ve posed questions in many a chat.You’ve been to funerals, more recent this year,And now you wonder, through memories and tears: What’s next for me? […]

I’ve been thinking a lot about anticipation lately. That feeling of looking forward to something just around the corner. A visit with friends, a trip, a change of season, even the first coffee of the morning. Anticipation is what pulls us into the future with curiosity and purpose…

When I was a young girl, still in the single digits of life, I dreamed of walking onto the stage alone to sing for an audience. In my imagination, I grudgingly allowed for there also to be a pianist onstage with me. As a very shy person whose musical vision…

Every morning, I find myself negotiating with the simplest routines. Why is it so hard to do what I know is good for me? Instead, I play a game. I bargain with my electric toothbrush. I bought it years ago after breast surgery, when it was difficult to lift my arms and brush well. It turns out…

Is pain a growing fear as you age? Is it part of your identity once you pass the sixty gate? When I was ten years old, a boy swung a shovel with a rusty corner at a bee. I had just stooped down to the ground to pick something up…

At 65, I have reached elderhood. It constantly surprises me as I honestly don’t truly relate to the concept of being an elder and yet according to the World Health Organization, a person over age 65 is often referred to as elderly. And yet, I don’t feel elderly. If I were to listen to the way…

Life has a way of stirring up an array of uncomfortable thoughts and questions, especially as we get older. Just when we thought we had things neatly organized and our past tucked away where it belongs, we’re hit with the dreaded, “What if?” Women in particular…

Several years ago, I was on the edge of despair. I was obsessed with anxious thoughts about a distressing family situation. I was drowning in worry and fear. My thinking was dominated by awful “what if’s” about the future. It was crushing me! I couldn’t sleep. I couldn’t eat. I was miserable…

Have you ever had someone ask, “Are you upset?” when you were simply… thinking? Or maybe you’ve been told to “smile more,” as if your calm expression was a problem to fix. If so, congratulations – you’ve probably earned your Resting Witch Face badge of honor. But here’s the truth: what others…

You’ve reached the golden years – or perhaps the “silver years” feels more accurate – and yet, something feels off. You gave decades of your time, talents and presence to family, career, friendships, causes. But lately, you have found yourself whispering: Do I still matter? Am I still relevant?