The Archaeology of My Daughter's Coming of Age

We measured ourselves the other day. I am still taller but only by half an inch. Her hair is longer, swinging like a horse's tail, the signature look of girls her age. She borrows my shoes and, occasionally, even my clothes. I won't let her wear makeup yet, she doesn't need it. She has her father's eyes, her grandmother's cheekbones, and lips all her own. She is, in a word, beautiful. But then again, I am partial. ...more

I never realized how much more growing up I would have to do, to continue to be a parent to ...more

What Does "Aging Gracefully" Mean Anyway?

I just came back from spending the weekend with a girlfriend in a nearby town.  (Yes, we still call ourselves "girlfriends" after more than three decades of adult friendship.) When we have a girls' weekend, we talk constantly, eat out, critique every movie, TV show, book and nutrition plan we've heard of, and inevitably, the subject turns to how it feels to be this age.  ...more
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