Women, especially older women, often feel invisible. Like many women, I spoke out in the 1960s. I pushed hard to build a career in a 'man's world' and I started the Sixty and Me community to give women over 60 a voice. But, even though I value my voice and believe that women have every right to be heard, I have to admit, there are times when I love my cloak of invisibility.
The standing joke in my family is that I love the dog most of all. I don't actually think that's true -- at least not all of the time -- but there is certainly something to be said for the dog always being happy to see me and giving me his unconditional love. And so, with much affection and in good humor please, I offer this list of 8 things I tell the dog that I don't say to my husband.
'It takes all kinds.' That's what my mother used to say with a shrug every time she encountered someone who behaved in a way she found offensive. I'm a bit less tolerant than Mom was. For the occasions when forgiveness eludes me, I have created a few new Circles of Hell that Dante may have missed. Please add your own contributions in the comments below; here's my list.
The really tricky part about retirement -- once you get passed whether you can even afford it -- is figuring out what you actually do with your time every day. My husband probably spent every day of his work life dreaming about a retirement where he sat in his easy chair watching endless baseball games on TV with a remote in one hand and a can of Diet Coke in the other.
In fifth grade, my BFF Diane dumped me for some girl named Helen. Diane and I had been inseparable for years and it took me what felt like forever to get over feeling betrayed. I agonized over what I had 'done' to deserve such mistreatment, and spent months eating my lunch alone under 'our' tree on the playground.
Enemies, depending on the degree to which you empower them, can rule -- and ruin -- your life. They make your kid not want to play on the soccer team anymore. They make your mother want to skip the dining room and eat in her room at the assisted living place. They make you dread going to office meetings where they seem intent on undermining everything you say.
When I was single and in my 20s, I loved traveling alone. Traveling with friends required compromises I resented having to make: They wanted to sleep til noon while I rose with the sun raring to go; they preferred booking tours to eliminate any uncertainties while I liked using public transportation for self-guided exploration.