After spending Valentine's Day alone -- curled up on the couch in the fetal position downing pints of ice cream in between fits of sobbing -- the single 30-something (daughter of a) friend sought my opinion: She is considering freezing her eggs, postponing motherhood until a time down the road when she is married, she said. She asked me, 'Does that make sense?'
A friend confided recently that nary a day goes by when she doesn't expect to lose her job. It isn't just that she's in an industry that has shrunk dramatically during the past decade -- she works for a newspaper -- but that she is in her mid-50s.
There are lots of spinmeisters working the aging beat these days. I know this because, well, I'm one of them. We parrot things like '60 is the new 40,' and 'you are only as old as you feel.' While both those statements are in many cases true, there are times they make me cringe.
I would like to thank Brian Williams for helping me understand why I do what I sometimes do. No, I do not exaggerate the stories I report on, and no, I do not outright fabricate things to impress people. The prettier name for what Williams did is 'misremembered.'
About four or five times a day, my home phone rings with people who say I've done business with them before (I haven't) or who say that I asked them to call (I didn't). Increasingly, it is angry-voiced men claiming to be from the IRS or some division of the government who say I owe them money (I don't).
I am turning 65, a birthday pinnacle that, without question, sounds astonishing even to me. And to mark the occasion, I staged my own version of Coachella: I called a summit of my Wolf Pack.
Sex, sex, sex, sex, sex. Sex is all anyone wants to talk about, read about. Is there anything sexier than sex? Actually, maybe there is. How about these five things?
I don't know about you, but I'm still reeling from when the world went mad last week. Terrorists attacked journalists and Jews (I am both) in France and the universe spun out of control again. Craziness ruled the day and truthfully, I am blind to any hope for a happy ending.
Here we are just days into the new year and already we have some issues with 2015. Here are 15 reasons why the air is leaving our 2015 balloon.
In 2015, let's let go of snap judgements, assuming the worst intentions, and mistaking unkindness for coolness. And while we're at it, maybe we can also quit bringing our phones to restaurants and sleeping with them next to our heads.
The beauty of flipping a calendar page is that as much as we are opening a new chapter, we are also closing an old one. Here are seven things I hope mid-lifers can leave behind in 2014.
With the precision of a Rockettes' dance number, one by one the windows in my house have all snapped the little doohickey that lets them slide up and down smoothly and keeps them from going off-tilt. If I were a window repairman, I'm sure there would be a real name for the broken part and with that real name, a real expensive price tag and a real expensive labor call.
Today, retirement is something that fairy tales are made of. A new study commissioned by the Bankers Life Center for a Secure Retirement proved what is said in pretty much every conversation that involves people age 50 to 68: When it comes to retiring from work, we ain't going nowhere.
Ever since I was in my early 20s, you could set my mood-ometer to the fall weekend when we changed the clocks back. Losing an hour of daylight at the end of the day pushes me into the SAD zone -- I suffer Seasonal Affective Disorder.
For the past few years, my husband and I have been engaged in a sort of memory-loss Olympics. We are constantly keeping track of who forgets more.
Black Thursday is more commonly known as Thanksgiving, a day when families -- dysfunctional and otherwise -- gather to over-eat and give gratitude that they are able to. While the day after Thanksgiving has long been the traditional kickoff of the holiday shopping season, the starting bell has been ringing earlier and earlier each year.