Some fancy-dancy public-policy think- tank just released a brand new study that speculates the legion of aging Baby Boomers will permanently redefine retirement. Mainly because so few of us will be able to afford to retire.
A lot of people call 40 the new 30 and it has always confused me. Why can't it just be 40? If the premise is that it's a younger, hipper, more self-aware version of you, then wouldn't that version be completely cool with being the age you are?
My grandma had bat wing arms. Her arm jiggle fascinated us kids. My cousin Rachel would reach across Granny's corset-clad girth, tap the wrinkled drape of skin and shriek with half-delight, half-horror as the bat wing came to life.
One of the perks of being 50-years-old-and-then-some is this freedom-inducing newfound ability to simply not care in the same way you used to when you were, say, a spry 49-year-old. And that's a good thing because caring less about what isn't important saves time and energy.
On a rainy Sunday evening I returned from St. Michael's Medical Center in Newark, having visited my brother, who had a heart attack the night before. The upshot -- which of course I'll make positive, since that's how I view life -- is this.
Watching TV doesn't necessarily equal zoning out -- kids' brains may actually be picking up cues for maturation from naturalistic educational programming. How's that for an argument for keeping PBS funded?
Because I didn't vote for certain candidates, some of my "friends" ostracized me, ridiculed me for "lacking intelligence" and told me that I was working against my own community. However, if our relationship was based on political ideology, then I'm better off without them anyway.
You have been dying to see your teenage college freshman and have been planning for weeks for their arrival home from their first few months of college. Well, let me tell you that you are in for some surprises.
Aging and changing might be inevitable, but they ain't easy. They precipitate in us a great uncertainty. The myriad dramatic disturbances of modern middle life create an overwhelming crisis of identity and purpose for each of us.
This new seventh decade of mine will hold interesting challenges, joys and sorrows. I understand the fragility ahead, but I know that I'm privileged to celebrate membership in the club of three-score and 10.
What gives a person's life meaning is unique to every individual. At one point or another, most of us find ourselves asking if we are truly living a life that is meaningful to us. In other words, are we really living the life we are meant to lead?
To be an essential member of a personally fulfilling group can be very empowering. However, it can also keep you stuck. In order to experience real growth, we need to challenge the sometimes staid comfort of staying put.
If maturity and compromise are essential to a democracy as we were taught in school, then as the old Chinese Proverb has it, "If we don't change our direction we're likely to end up where we're headed."
Stories of grief and loss are becoming an anthem for us Boomers as we mature into middle age, but we can cope with these life events with dignity by rediscovering our commitment to community and capacity for giving generously to one another.
At any point, in any situation, in any story in your life, you have the capacity and the choice to actually discover what is underneath the language of thought. What is unaffected, unmoved, unbound by the telling of any story?
Having been on stage for much of my life, and having grown up as I did, I learned very early in life how to flick the switch and be instantly "on." It was great camouflage and it also helped create a diversion from my own reality.