
If something were to happen to us, our children would have no parents. This is a scary thought and why we need to be extra cautious with ourselves.
If something were to happen to us, our children would have no parents. This is a scary thought and why we need to be extra cautious with ourselves.
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?
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.
I was the girl who always wanted the unattainable guy. The bad boy, a guy still in love with his ex-girlfriend, the one that still wanted to play the field.
Keep in mind that it is OK to fail — at relationships, getting into a first choice college, not getting that job you really want or making a high school team.
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.
In my forties, I’m learning to allow myself to be happy. When you are mature enough to own your life, that’s a powerful realization.
I pretend loved them all, especially the ones I lost, in that intense, temporary way that we actors love. Those staged lives rerun in my mind, and on television. But when the pretend ended, I didn’t mourn long, as there soon was another reality to believe.
There are times when I sit home with no makeup on eating food out of the container with my dogs next to me while trolling social media and talking to myself. And I love it.
And then, you begin to weave a story — a fairy tale basically — of how things will be — what will happen next — and how it will be wonderful. The things you’re a little uncomfortable with? They will change for the better.