Category: Life at 60
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Conversation at this Age
When I was young, I thought people this age were having very sophisticated conversations about culture, politics and the like. Maybe it is me. Maybe it is the people that I hang out with. But for the most part, we seem to be talking about two things: sleep (specifically our inability to do it) and…
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Where Did It Go?
What the hell happened to middle-aged? I had a very rude awakening the other day when I referred to myself as middle-aged. The math didn’t work. It is a bit crazy when you think about it. I guess the forties are middle-aged, but does anyone actually feel that way? I didn’t. I am pretty sure…
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I am an Enigma. And Proud of It.
At the end of our senior year in high school, our class president signed my yearbook. He started his note with, “you are an enigma.” I may have had to look the word up. It certainly didn’t sound like a compliment. At some point, I settled into it. I AM an enigma. And I am…
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The Firecracker
My husband called my mother “The Firecracker.” And she loved it. She was beautiful, smart, athletic and an amazing wife and mother. But Mama was also a lot of fun. She had a wicked sense of humor and could be just a little bit naughty. The Firecracker suited her perfectly. When I lived and practiced…
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I Wish Someone Had Warned Me: Your Fifties Are Not For the Faint of Heart
My fifties brought me to my knees. Repeatedly. And I don’t feel like I was warned adequately. I am not quite sure who I think should have warned me. Regardless, no one did. I want to be that person for you. Going into my fifties, I felt like my life was in a pretty good…
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So This Is My Sixtieth Year
I turn sixty next July. My life at this age is not anything like what I expected it to be. When I pictured sixty, the word that comes to mind now is grandmotherly. Grey hair. A little plump. Socially active. Family at the center of everything. A perfectly nice life, actually. I just assumed it…
