I’m back. Four months, three different countries, and one retreat later, and I’ve finally returned to the not-so-sunny British Isles. A lot has changed since I left in January. Unfortunately, I can’t say the same for the weather. However, I sit here looking out the window as a very different person…

There comes a moment for many women over 60 when exhaustion quietly replaces resistance. After decades of trying to shrink, improve, discipline, fix, tone, disguise, and “anti-age” ourselves, something inside begins to soften. We start asking different questions. Not “How do I look?” but “How do I feel?” Not “How can I fight ageing?” but “What if my body is not…

Has something happened to make you lose confidence in your ability to navigate life situations? Have you had a setback that knocked the wind out of you, and you can’t seem to get it back? Maybe you have gone down that old familiar rabbit hole of second…

Something shifts as you move into this stage of life. Situations that once felt manageable begin to feel heavier. Conversations that used to roll off your back now linger. You find yourself less willing to tolerate emotional chaos, even in small doses…

Let’s talk about your perfectionism. I know it’s there, because you’re interested enough in improving something about your life that you’re visiting this wonderful website! But if you want to lead a happy life, you need to accept less than perfection…

Somewhere after 60, the same moments start meaning different things. A forgotten name becomes a warning sign. A tired afternoon becomes evidence. A pause becomes proof. A no becomes a limit. Nothing about the moments has changed. The interpretation has. A younger person misses a deadline…

Oh dear, what a tangle of banners and cries, Of “My truth is truer!” and “Mine’s far more wise!” Of temples and doctrines and sacred decrees, All wrapped up in “holiness”. . . if you please. They march and they shout and they thump and they pound, With righteousness ringing (a very loud sound). But peek past the noise, past the flags that they wave…

Virginia once raced through the world like a woman with a personal vendetta against gravity. In her Go-Go years, she was a force of high-stakes motion. Whether she was organizing a midnight rescue for a stray llama in the Andes or perfecting the art of “extreme gardening” by planting two hundred tulip bulbs in a single afternoon, Virginia lived at a relentless pace…

Walking through Vienna, Joel noticed an elderly woman sweeping the streets. His first instinct, shaped entirely by the culture that raised him, was pity. She was old. She was still working. Surely something had gone wrong.
His father corrected him gently. Nothing had gone wrong. She was valued here. She was useful…

There’s something I’ve come to notice as I’ve gotten older, and once I saw it, I couldn’t unsee it. It is this basic truth: We don’t give ourselves much credit. When I look back on my life, the facts are there. I built and ran businesses. I bought, remodeled, and sold twenty-six homes. I earned a pilot’s license. I played in bands…