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.
I held the crumbling old address book. Twenty-seven family and friends were gone, their addresses no longer needed for sending the unexpected note, Christmas gift or birthday card.
Madison Avenue and the entertainment industry are finally recognizing the financial and social power of the baby boomers. Post 50s are taking those in...
Let's all buy a thousand issues of Meryl Streep's Vogue and send a message to advertisers and editors: the biggest mistake you could make in this economy is continuing to marginalize us and judge us by our age instead of our buying power.
There is a strange conflation in our American society between growing old and becoming infirm. And there seems to be a sense of shame connected with infirmity.
I want timeless pieces that suit me. I want to be comfortable. And I would rather buy one great item that I can wear forever than a bunch of things from [insert the name of any mass-produced retailer here]. And I'll bet I'm not alone.