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By Brandon Kruse/The Palm Beach Post …continued from Friday, October 21st… With children out of the house, a couple’s growing incompatibility can become too glaring to ignore, said Amy Sherman, a Lake Worth mental health counselor and Sedacca’s sister. Together […]

By Brandon Kruse/The Palm Beach Post After 40 years of marriage, Louise Cornet did something previous generations of women her age would have never contemplated, at least out loud. At age 61, she divorced her husband. He had changed so […]

On my birthday last year, a friend presented me with a gorgeous amber necklace that she had gotten in Russia twenty years ago before she immigrated to the United States. Though she felt that it did not suit her, she […]

Recently, I was diagnosed with A.A.A.D.D. or Age Activated Attention Deficit Disorder.  Thank goodness there’s a name for this disorder. Somehow I feel better even though I have it! This is how it manifests: I decide to water my garden. […]

By VIRGINIA POSTREL I admit it. When I was growing up, my father called me “Princess.” Routinely. Even when I was in high school. This was strange, I now realize, and not just because I was more nerd than girly-girl. […]

By Sharon Mesmer (Article first appeared in the NYTimes online on 2/11/16, and in the Sunday Review print edition 2/14/16: For some women, menopause is no big deal. Some say they barely notice it. My mother, long ago, described […]

I have taken this ongoing discussion about the definitions and descriptions of Queendom to The Queen of My Self Page on Facebook. What does being a Queen mean to you ? As a little girl I wondered what it would […]

By Helley Emling When does middle age actually start? Is it when you hit 50? Or when you send your first kid off to college? Or after you’ve been married a good 25 years? For those of you feeling old […]

By Anna Quindlen All my babies are gone now. I say this not in sorrow but in disbelief. I take great satisfaction in what I have today: three almost adults, two taller than I am, one closing in fast. Three […]

By Sharon Mesmer First, there was the buying of the white dress, white fake fur jacket and white shoes. I recall my mother and me marching up and down Ashland Avenue, the main shopping street in our South Side Chicago […]

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