Many argue that we cannot plan for aging, that we don’t know what will happen tomorrow. But shouldn’t we start thinking about it?
So that card table and those four hours every week have come to represent the state of my life. Tuesday nights at my house is filled with gossip, idle chatter, political commentary and the status of our favorite sports teams.
Life in the second act can be lonely – kids leave the nest; parents become older. Even with a best of spouses and a fantastic family, everyone needs good friends.
Living the Second Act Founders Mimi and Stacy have been in business for a year but have never met. Find out what happens the first time they get together.
Even though life is good in my second act, there are still thinks that irk me. What are the things that bother you? Write them in the comments sections below the article.
My life this past year since I lost my husband Matthew has been much of that– extreme highs and some really low lows.
The judgiest judges went crazy. The way I was bashed, one would have thought I had written an article about beating my children. I was called a horrible mother and told that I was ruining my children’s lives.
My girlfriends of about 40 years were gathered in a small circle, chatting and giggling, while looking over small phone screens at pictures of each other’s children. The scene felt somewhat familiar…
When I met them, I had no idea how much I would need them. I am so grateful for these women and their families. Sometimes, I don’t believe that my daughters and I would have survived the hardest moments without them.
It doesn’t matter how many friends you have in your army, as long as they know how to love you in bad times as well as good ones.