We are women who don't believe age defines us. We are women who believe substance is the new sexy. We are women who are kicking ass, not sitting on it. We are women who love to have a good time as long as we we are home by 10. We are Girls Gone 50.
“My voice has been to get women out to conquer the next five minutes,” explains Guisewite.
Sure we love our bottled water, our salads-to-go and our frozen coffee drinks with the big, green straw as much as the next woman, but did you know that it takes at least 450 years for a plastic container to decompose in a landfill?
Life was normal on our street in 1968 in a small sleepy suburb of Boston. Every family had secrets. My mom's secret was her love of alcohol and its effects. In those early years, we paid little attention to it.
The first time I became aware of organ donation I had just woken from what I thought, mistakenly, was sleep.
Fittingly, it was hormone replacement therapy that finally made me part with my black hair.
Make your own oatmeal and other delicious ways to financial independence.
How many of us have gotten into fights on Valentine’s Day over Valentine’s Day?
After years of overpriced dinners, gifts that get returned anyway, and getups that make us feel like mutton dressed as sausage, we’ve arrived at this profound bit of wisdom:
Love means never having to say, “Happy Valentine’s Day.”
In case you just crawled out from under a pile of old t-shirts and regretful purchases with the tags still on,
Imagine walking into a beautiful home and meeting incredible women who instantly make you feel valued instead of judged.
Now with both of my parents gone, it feels like the end of an era. And, in fact, it is.
An old school game of Tetris helps ease the mind. Bet you can’t play just one.
As our parents move into their 80s and 90s, helping them continue to live with dignity and joy has been on our minds a lot lately . As George Burns famously said, “ You can’t help getting older, but you don’t have to get old.”
I had gray hair at age 11. It was a gift from my father. So I was complaining about my gray hair to my mother, I was always putting color on it, dying it and I had multiple colors but I reached the point in life when coloring my hair created so much trauma.
How often do you come across a scent that automatically transports you back to your youth?
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