As our hair changes with age, so does the way we see ourselves—and what we refuse to surrender. For as long as I can remember, I’ve been the girl with the hair—long, wild, and blond. Strangers love to touch it. Everyone comments on it. Until menopause. Suddenly my...
Concierge care may sound like luxury, but for women over 50, it’s starting to look like the only way to be heard. I wanted to throw my phone across the room. I’d been trying to schedule a visit with a new physician for weeks. Every doctor I called was either booked...
Your stories of betrayal, bravery, and letting go—because friendship endings deserve airtime too. We know how to mourn a bad romance. There are endless quizzes, support groups, and therapy. But when a friendship ends—quietly, painfully, sometimes without warning—where...
If You’re Serious About Reinvention, Buy the Tripod and Hit Record You’ve worked hard, maybe you’ve raised a family, got divorced, or survived something you don’t like to talk about. If you’ve made it to midlife, chances are, you’ve got some battle scars … and...
Women in Midlife are Rethinking Who Belongs in Their Inner Circle and Who Needs to Go I recently asked a loaded question on Facebook: When was the last time you let a friend go? My inbox flooded with stories—some heartbreaking, some liberating. These stories struck a...
I stared at the chain dangling before me. Did I dare? I took a breath then yanked it, dumping a bucket of ice cold water on my head. I shivered. Holy shit that was cold. I smothered a small yelp. It was so invigorating, I wanted to do it again. This was how I was...
I talk to my father every day. Mostly we discuss whatever problems, small or big, are happening in my life. He usually tells me to get over it, or that it will all work out, or even that the solution will present itself when the time is right. Sometimes he tells me to...
Your Age, Race, or Family History Isn't the End of the Story. Here's How Women Are Taking Back Control. Sandy Newby tried to speak, but she couldn’t get the words out. One minute she was standing in front of her kitchen counter doing art with her kids, and the next,...
Picture it: Prospect Heights, Brooklyn, 1985 I’m 12 years old, having a weeklong sleepover at my grandmother’s apartment. Outside wild dogs bark all night long and there’s a very active crack house around the corner. (This was way before the yuppies gentrified the...
The Skepticism Behind Blue Zone Map Hotspots When Karen McCann was in her late 60s, she was faced with an undeniable fact: She was no longer middle-aged. She and her husband Rich decided to set off on a five-month trip around the Mediterranean rim to learn how to age...