• #microblogMonday,  Athlete,  Midlife Women,  Self-Care

    #MicroblogMonday 30—Saying Yes to Your Needs

    “There are times when saying “yes” to our own needs, we must say “no” to the needs of others.  In other words, when you say yes to someone else’s needs, what are you denying yourself? Time, money, resources, energy or attention? There’s a trade off in some way. Recently, Simone Biles and Naomi Osaki, both top professional athletes, said yes to taking care of their own mental health needs. In doing so, they said no to the public’s need to see them perform. They showed incredible strength to take care of themselves in full view (and some criticism) of millions of people. Some have argued they demonstrated weakness in not…

  • #microblogMonday,  Midlife Women,  Women Over 50

    #Microblog Monday #28—Invisibility and Women Over 50

    “Occasionally I hear comments that women over 50 become invisible in our society. Honestly, being invisible to others concerns me less than being invisible to myself.” I choose to embrace who I am today, not the woman I was 30 years ago. I surround myself with people who see me for who I am and love me anyway. I am interested in the world and learning new things, preferably with others who share those interests. I am innately curious about people and enjoy good conversations. I smile and laugh often.  Happiness is infectious.      

  • Life Transitions,  Midlife Women,  The Nine Facets,  Traditions,  Women Over 50

    An Old Box of Photos Bring Tears, Connections and a Fresh Perspective

    Treasures from Past Generations Lifting the dusty-covered lid of the bulky gray Rubbermaid storage container, the musty smell of old paper caught me by surprise. I recognized the scent of years gone by and lives recorded on the photographs my mother packed away decades ago. My eyes caught sight of the gold-edged brown cardboard frame peeking out from beneath a manila folder bulging with loose black and white snapshots. I pulled it out. My heart raced as I realized what I had uncovered—my mother’s family pictures, five generations of images buried in that box. Reverently, I eased out the manila folder of loose photos out and placed it on the…