Fifty and Other F-Words
If you are nearing fifty you’ll want to have this book on hand. It’s kind of like the beginners manual for the great sisterhood of those who have been there, done that, and used the T-shirt to wipe away under-boob-sweat.
If you are nearing fifty you’ll want to have this book on hand. It’s kind of like the beginners manual for the great sisterhood of those who have been there, done that, and used the T-shirt to wipe away under-boob-sweat.
While I’m eating I check social media and again think to myself about how I spend far too much time on such things. I could actually be doing research rather than reading about the latest mean things going around social media. Or reading one of a few books I have laying nearby.
I’ve talked to a number of women lately who are wondering what happens next. Now that my kids are gone, now that my spouse is gone, now that I’m retired. What do I do with myself? How on earth am I going to fill my days?
They turn to me and ask, “Now what
We are 2.5 years out in our empty nest journey and even though it was incredibly hard for me at first I’m slowly getting used to it being just the two of us for holidays.
One of the things that happens when your kids start leaving home is that they usually leave behind a HUGE PILE of their belongings. Things they didn’t want to take with them but weren’t willing to take to the local thrift store.
There are a couple of sayings that you will likely hear from other women when you find out that your son is engaged to be married and you will become a Mother of the Groom. The first one is…
I hear my friends ask that quite often these days. Over coffee, lunch, or out walking. “Who am I now?”