I've been thinking a lot lately about age. And women. And what we can do, when we can do it.
And really...who can stop us?
Maybe you need a bit of inspiration. Or a reminder that not only does life not end at fifty, but maybe it starts again at 51.
Last year I turned into a hermit.
Really.
I didn't write. I didn't travel. I didn't participate. I was tired. I was overwhelmed. I was discouraged.
But I made it through that year. And I watched my kids--both of my adorable kids--make the transition into...
Published on March 18, 2018 14:29