Apologies to My Friends
I didn’t realize comments made by readers need to be approved before they are shared on the site for all to see. Sorry. Now I know.
I didn’t realize comments made by readers need to be approved before they are shared on the site for all to see. Sorry. Now I know.
It’s been awhile since I’ve been in the blogosphere. I started 58 and Holding back in 2016. Four years later I’ve closed my company and retired, created a new life in sunny Florida, cruised through the Norwegian Fjords, New Zealand and Australia, visited family in Sweden, broke a wrist playing Pickleball, discarded my gallbladder and am now discovering the universe of “Shelter in Place,” a difficult concept for a gal with itchy feet. Life as we knew it will never…
We may never know the truth of Brett Kavanaugh as a teenage boy. However, the Kavanaugh hearings have created a turning point in history empowering women not only to say “No,” but to report the sexual assailants who refused to acknowledge “No.” Families are having open discussions with young daughters reinforcing the rule of “No” and the importance of reporting sexual assault regardless of the situation or the assailant. What I haven’t heard yet are the critical family discussions with…
Newton said it and the facts of life continue to prove it. “What goes up – Must come down.” That’s fine if you’re a child tossing a ball in the air. It’s not so good when you’re a Woman of a Certain Age looking in the mirror. The oh-so-cruel forces of gravity have taken over my once-young and taut body parts. I first noticed that gravity was dragging my butt closer to my thighs. (This should be a frightening foreboding…
I can’t believe it’s been two years since I first created 58 and Holding. The good news is – I’m still 58 and Holding… The bad news is – my body doesn’t agree with my fantasy. More about that on another day. In the last two years, I’ve closed my business (traumatic) and held an estate sale to eliminate all my treasures (even more traumatic), attempted to sell the house holding the aforementioned estate sale (didn’t happen), and established my…
Hello to all my gal pals, my beautiful, strong friends who are “women of a certain age.” It’s been years since we burned our bras and broke through glass ceilings. We knew we could do and be whatever we wanted. “I am Woman, hear me roar,” was our theme song thanks to Helen Reddy. If I have to, I can do anything I am strong I am invincible I am woman We still believe in and follow our mantra, and…