You may think I am too focused on growing old as you read this. But no, it is only that I am keenly aware this week that I am paddling north…

When we were young, we needed external validation. And hopefully, we got it. Along life’s journey, we turn to self-validation. But I think my ability to practice self-validation may have been stunted…

Despair compresses you into a small space, and a depression is literally a hollow in the ground. To dig deeper into the self, to go underground, is sometimes necessary…

Older women are forging the kind of partnerships they want because society now allows different types of relationships…

He sleeps up next to me like he always does. Says it soothes his soul. But it’s my restlessness that gets calmed with his big old body next to mine.

Managing my mental health is very nearly a full-time job. I don’t take it lightly, because the stakes are high. Like many of us, I have a mind that is a very dangerous neighbourhood…

“It’s taken me nearly 60 years to learn how to hold steady when the world around me seems to be becoming more crazy. And, in the end, it’s a simple thing, really…”

In Senegal, when a woman dies, they say her library has burned down. The volumes of stories, experiences, and memories stored in the mind and soul disappear….

I have not yet read A Man Called Ove by Fredrik Backman. The main character, Ove, is described as the bitter neighbour from hell…

I have a joke with my sister, who I love very much…how will we recognize each other in an abstract life when we’ve lost our physical form?

I always feel uncomfortable when people speak about ordinary mortals because I’ve never met an ordinary man, woman or child…

Ageism is a bigger problem for women than aging. Our bodies and our sexuality are devalued…

Winds accompanies me as I row north. Heavy gales occasionally make me fearful on this journey. Luckily, I never have to contend with much more than a gentle breeze…

My island bedroom has a door that opens directly onto our deck. I sleep with the door wide open almost every night. The other evening my daughter crawled in beside me. Listen, I said to her…

Your growth is not about some destination far in the future; it’s about the little day to day changes that make you feel a little more joy, the ones that make you feel a little bit lighter, a little bit more of you.

When you live a life, under any name, that life becomes entwined with others. You leave a trail of potential consequences…

What if together we reshape, expand, and add on to the idea of the homemaker? A homemaker is anyone whose heart is in their home…

Wisdom is one of the guiding themes behind Ageless Possibilities. What does that mean? It means I am a seeker of wisdom…

The word quodophile is not in the dictionary. Yet, along with thousands of others, I am a quodophile, a lifetime collector of quotes…

I woke to The Sometimes Newsletter, whimsical, random musings from Ella Frances Sanders. She wrote about things that were true for her last October that appear to remain true this October; and things that are more recently true. I curled up in my office to do the same…