For all of us, there's a line -- not always so fine -- between caring about how we look and caring too much.
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Today I turned 55. How do I feel about being five years into my fifties? I love it. I'm at the top of my game professionally (with a million things on my to-do list), and I think I've never looked better.
When I see that my husband's black-as-coal sideburns are now flecked with gray, I feel overwhelming tenderness for him and connect on the spot with his vulnerability.
We are a unique society in America; Puritan beliefs die hard here. As open-minded as we like to think we are, we simply weren't when it came to sexual attitudes and woman of "a certain age."
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