Finding Happiness

I was sitting in a circle of people I barely knew when it happened. A laugh. Not a polite one. A deep, from-the-belly laugh that felt like it came from somewhere I had forgotten. I didn’t realize how long it had been until it came back. I wasn’t looking for it. Joy just showed up. Here are five ways I’ve learned to practice it…

I’m not sure if it was turning 70, surviving cancer or simply having lived enough life to understand that there is nothing worth sacrificing your peace and well-being over. Through the years, I have done what most people (especially women) have done. I’ve taken care of everyone else, until there was nothing left for me…

Every Sunday morning for the last decade or so, my friend and I meet up at a local coffee shop. We always settle into the same two chairs by the back, next to a wall that displays a rotating mix of work by local artists. The baristas greet us warmly and know our orders by heart. For me, it’s a nonfat chai latte and bagel with double cream cheese – a weekly…

This week with a heavy heart and huge appreciation I bade farewell to a very dear friend. She had been the epitome of happy thinking and contented living. Her childlike joy was spread like confetti wherever she went…

Are you not as happy in retirement as you had hoped? Please know there are many women out there who feel exactly the same way. Part of the problem might be that you haven’t yet found your rhythm. This article will help you figure out what that looks like for you…

Most of us feel grateful. We’ve come far and lived long. Yet all of us are human. So even amidst all that gratitude, we can occasionally feel antsy. Restless. I daresay, bored. Although now in our 60s, we can morph into those blasé children we were when…

A couple of weeks ago, I was out to dinner with friends when I noticed something fascinating. Every time a server emerged from the kitchen carrying plates of food, heads turned throughout the restaurant. Not all the heads. Just the hungry ones. People would glance up hopefully, trying not to look too eager…

You know that quote floating around the internet – the one that says “Grow old with someone who makes you feel young.” Well, I’m not just growing old with someone who makes me feel young… I somehow landed a man who makes me feel like I should a helmet and a permission slip…

As a young girl, I remember walking home from school as the evenings got dark and I would peer into the bright windows of the houses I passed along the way. I was fascinated and also felt a little lonely and envious for the lives that I saw reflected within. I marveled at the rooms where everything seemed perfect and manicured to such a degree that I felt the occupants could never have any problems in life…

Remember when you were a little girl and pretended to be a princess? How did that feel? Perhaps confident, valued, visible, and more than enough. How would you describe it? Why don’t many of us feel like that now in our lives? Wouldn’t it be fun and inspiring to feel that way again? A friend recently…