When I was young, there was nothing I liked better than getting a tan -- and I have the "character lines" to prove it. Of course, everyone knows that ...

I have spent this last year focusing on myself in a series I wrote about turning 50. But, I got carried away and became a little too self-absorbed. I made a mistake. A huge mistake. Warning signs should have been noted but I kept plowing forward. I got botoxed! It is almost like being punked by yourself.

Botox injections may be designed to reduce wrinkles but they also may leave you feeling blue. Cosmetic injections of botox for crows' feet around t...

No one wants to grow old before their time. But you should ignore the number of candles on your cake. Your real age is revealed by how active and supp...

As we approach 50 and beyond, we begin to look at ourselves differently. But growing old wrinkle-free is as unrealistic as being young and wise. The two just don't go together.

I feel so stupid. I've been completely preoccupied with my neck, when the whole time, it was my face that's been up to no good.

Yes, in our youth-obsessed culture, I am admittedly one of the obsessed. I pull the skin back on my face when I look in the mirror to get a glimpse of my former youthful self (and when I release it, I lament the time I spent that summer on Nantucket with no sunscreen).

I don’t think we should prevent a face from serving as a visual repository of a lifetime of feelings and thoughts.

Age is a gift. With that perspective, you will find an instant cure for wrinkles: You will no longer care about them... it's just the package, not the gift.

As I approach my 54th birthday, I find that I'm embracing a broader definition of beauty. It's a matter of knowing how truly ephemeral life can be.

Do stress and anxiety actually accelerate the aging process?

In my practice, I have many patients who come in for cosmetic consultation because they would like to look younger or less tired. They have heard abo...

The final way we lose face, of course, is when we look into the mirror and see Nana or Grampa looking back at us. I think of this face as more of a mask, overlaying forever the face we knew for so long.

For Georgia O'Keeffe, forty was the new sixty. She always looked older than she was, and she didn't care, or didn't care enough.