What I found out was that a new group of modern seniors is coming up and they are no longer willing to compromise themselves in their current relationship.
I can't tell if there are more parents getting divorced at mid-life or I'm just paying more attention. Let's face it, we change as we get older. Not just the obvious physical changes, but emotionally, too. As we should. A lot has happened since we fell in love and had dreams of building a future with someone else. By middle age, the distance between the present and the future is a lot shorter than it used to be.
Holding my cup of coffee on a Sunday morning, I looked out my window at the radiant blue sky. Living on the fifth floor of an ancient apartment building affords me excellent views of Florence. And, as evidenced by the Renaissance masters, the ethereal light in Italy is unlike anywhere else.
They're coming home for Thanksgiving in search of homemade meals, a warm bed, and sleep. So I've been thinking... maybe I could leave town for awhile?
Organization expert and best-selling author Julie Morgenstern told me when I interviewed her recently that turning 50 is often so traumatic it can make many people stay stuck where they are, unable to move on.
Is your son or daughter now off to college? Is your only son or daughter now off to college? Numbers count. The relative silence can be loud. With a different mix at home, you have time on your hands. Thoughts arise: Now, what do I do? Now, who am I?
Lately, I've been missing things. I miss seeing my kids everyday and I miss my youth. I miss the bar that my husband and I went to every Friday night in our 20s, to eat thick burgers and drink cold beer. I miss being a teenager and listening to the Rolling Stones when Mick Jagger was 30-something. I miss being a driven graduate student. I miss being a young mother.
Last month, a friend of mine, a widower who lives alone, woke at 5 a.m. with a crushing pain in the middle of his chest. He told me later that three thoughts came to mind.
Most of the year, the empty nest is good. Though I miss my kids when I don't see them or hear from them often enough (are you listening, son?), my husband and I have adapted quite nicely to a home that's just the two of us and our dog. But somewhere around mid-October, I start to feel the emptiness a little bit more, as the holiday season begins. Here are 15 things I miss.
Being called an 'empty nester' defines you exclusively by what you're NOT: that societally valued active parent. It makes me feel like I should just step out onto the proverbial ice-floe with the other Eskimo geriatrics and let nature take me out of everyone else's misery...!!)
The other night, our book group welcomed a new member. It's been a long time since we added someone to our group, so we decided to spend a minute introducing ourselves. You know, the usual drill: tell a little about yourself, like the names and ages of your children, where they go to school or work, etc.
The clock continues to tick away the minutes and hours, no faster or slower than before. But I feel the loss of time as it slides out the door. Time I won't get back.
Do you know where your favorite lipstick is? For the first time in years I can say with confidence that mine is exactly where I last put it. Now that my nest is newly emptied, no teen has just swiped it and then left it in her purse/friend's car/friend-of-a-friend's car. I miss my college kids terribly. But it makes me feel better to celebrate the little ways life is easier without them underfoot.
Am I having a self-pity party because I chose to spend time creeping upstairs to put a tired toddler to bed rather than clambering up a corporate ladder?
Just over a month ago, my oldest child left home for his freshman year of college. My husband drove him the four and a half hours it takes to get to Boston from our house. Since I had already visited the university twice -- and knew I'd find it tough to keep my emotions in check-- I didn't go. Instead, I cried.
So, you're saying that most parents of new college students are spending all their time screening full seasons of missed TV shows at a time when they're supposed to be rekindling romance and traveling the world?