I had a unique opportunity to unabashedly watch over two thousand women, mostly menopausal and post menopausal, over a ten hour period. I was working as an election teller for a service organization’s election. I was tasked with standing stony, like a chess piece, at an election machine in a room of 16 election machines, …
While doing research for a piece on body image I ran across this brief video. Two entrances, one headed “Beautiful” and the other headed “Average”. Women had to choose one or the other to get into a building. I was rapt as I watched it the first time, the second time and the third. …
When I was little there was a TV play about a grown son and his widowed mother. The mother didn’t want her son to get married because she would become irrelevant and homeless. Her other widowed friends were already sleeping on the sofa’s of their daughter-in-laws as permanent guests. The mother’s midlife was hopeless, hapless and …
I don’t know about you but when it comes to my mood, February and the early days of March, it’s in the pits. Holidays are done. The sky is eternally grey. Boredom and malaise set in. I can feel too blah to read and write, my two favourite things. So I’m going to be brief, …
Remember the little engine that could. Remember how it said “It think I can. I think I can.” until it could. Well, what if that theory, with some adjustment, worked on thinking yourself young? What if, instead of repeating “I think I can” we repeated, “I know I’m younger” over and over until we were. …
One of the great aspects of growing older is my intolerance for things I don’t like. With the countdown clock ticking, I just don’t have the time waste on things I don’t like or are indifferent to. My wardrobe has been the biggest recipient of this. Simply put, I won’t wear anything I’m indifferent to …
I wish that I had just an abdominal pooch but what I’ve had since menopause is a Saint Bernard. Muffin top, schmuffin top its a cake. It squishes and bounces. Despite weight loss and exercise routines, my bowl full of jelly belly might have gotten smaller but it never left. Then it happened, I started stumbling. …
January comes and visions of becoming the women we always wanted to be dance in our heads. The dreaded New Years Resolutions loom. How often do we give up on those visions long before the change ever happens? And then my inner badass remains outwardly dowdy. The journey seems too fraught with obstacles and goals …
Last year at this time I was 25 pounds heavier, 3 sizes larger and fatigue was my constant companion. You know that I’d felt as though I’d tried every thing to lose weight and was feeling low about the chances of a 59 year old woman with a long history …
