Carol, an old friend of my parents, is the marriage commissioner here on the island. She married my oldest daughter and her partner at an intimate ceremony on our property this past Saturday.

Every day I read stories of women pursuing passions later in life. I am fascinated by the endeavours they embark on, and the motivation behind their pursuits.

This is love that has loosened its grip. This is love that will always hold on, just more loosely…

My youngest friend is 51 years old, and my oldest friend is 78. I fall somewhere in the middle, at 63. My longest friendship started in grade three…

After 65, many of us get happier and happier. For others, happiness declines. Why is that?

Old age is not a disease. It is not a pathology. It is not abnormal. It is not a problem. Old age is a continuum, and everyone is on it…

Do you walk through life with a sense of wonder? Has age impeded or assisted your sense of wonder? How has the location of awe changed for you over time? Has it shifted from the stars to the woods?

If you are too much like myself, what shall I learn of you, or you of me?…

I woke up this morning to a Facebook memory from 2012, ten years ago. I am standing by the River Kwai in Kanchanaburi, the last stop on my solo adventure to Thailand. Look at that smile on my face!…

I often mention this journey we are on, paddling north - hitting rough waters, checking out tributaries, or moving forward with determined strokes. I had never given any thought to paddling in the dark…

I am standing on a major threshold, unable to step over, held captive by fear, hope, opportunities, and excitement. This is the next stage of my life, the last stage of life. I may have another 30 years ahead of me - a lifetime!…

Do you still enjoy the same pastimes as those that filled you with joy when you were younger? I do. Now that I have the time

A tight community of family and friends was there to support me after my mother died. They listened and held space for me in my grief. I also received well-meaning comments from my broader circle, but sometimes these words fell flat on my sorrow.

I can be standing in the shower, sitting at my desk, staring at my garden, or lying awake in bed when my mind wanders…

The third drawer of my antique dresser houses my unfinished projects; some have lain tucked away for over twenty-five years…

These days, I experience moments of joy daily, even when I am lost in grief or despair. Some of you keep gratitude journals; I have often think about keeping a joy journal…

What comes to mind when you think of regrets, remorse, or guilt you are still carrying? What are you doing to ensure that you don’t become a woman who has regrets?

Throw an emergency my way, and I can assure you that you can count on me to remain calm and logical. However, a series of heart-dropping events?…

My oldest daughter and her family are moving to Vancouver Island this week. My 4-month old granddaughter will only be a Zoom visit away. But to actually snuggle her…

A friend asked me last week if people are treating me differently now that I am older. Yes, I responded, sometimes I feel like I am fading…