I refuse to equate having cancer scraped off my face with lines on my chest. I refuse to buy into the idea that a breast pillow is as necessary as sunscreen.
As I entered my midlife journey, I realized certain relationships no longer nurtured me, and I discovered my new mantra: Whatever is not truth falls away.
I recently found myself with a bit more time on my hands and a need for some cheering up, after being laid off from a job I really loved. One night, after I got bored with watching The Holiday over and over again, I gave Netflix's 'Grace and Frankie' a shot. It was like my TV gave me a big hug.
No one can convince me that a woman doesn’t become even more beautiful, talented, successful, strong, happy, fulfilled and centered the older she gets. People will try to tell you differently, but I strongly believe that statistics are only important if you’re interested in becoming one of them.
It’s perfectly okay to defy societal convention. I actually encourage it. But know what you’re up against and be prepared for the difficulty that can sometimes come with it. Our culture only tolerates rebels to a degree. Once you’ve crossed that line, you’re in tricky territory. This isn’t to ...