It’s not just my neck that’s screaming my age. It’s my name. While I always considered my parents’ names to be tragically old-fashioned - when was the last time you met someone named Ida or Willard for goodness sakes? - I never fully realized until this past year what a dinosaur my own name has now become.
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.