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What if “aging gracefully” isn’t your style?. (And how to discover what is.) By Wendi Knox Don’t get me wrong. “Aging gracefully” is lovely. In a quiet, refined, elegant kind of way. Which is great, if that’s “You.” But it’s definitely not “Me.” I was never particularly graceful […]

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  I see “Begin Again” as an ideal theme for this season. We have the supreme opportunity now in the autumn of our midlife to begin again. How shall we reinvent our Selves? What new programs, projects and passions are […]

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  By Cindy LaFerle     “I was in the midst of a hugely profound change and I wasn’t altogether sure of who I would be when the process was complete.” — Donna Henes, The Queen of Myself I finally figured […]

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by Laura Grace Happiness is inward and not outward; and so it does not depend on what we have, but on what we are. –Henry Van Dyke Happiness is our birthright. It’s the goal of our life. Yes, there will […]

It is all in the way we wish to see things. This profound understanding is perfectly expressed in a poem by Chani Gorkin, an extraordinarily wise-for-her-age 11th grade Hasidic girl in Crown Heights, Brooklyn: Today was the absolute worst day […]

  By Joyce Rothman Low self esteem and the desperate need for approval has plagued me since childhood. Never thinking I was enough, surely everyone else knew better than me what I should do or how I needed to act. […]

  By Alicia Keys For as long as I can remember, I’ve hidden myself. It might have started in school when I realized that I caught on to things a little quicker, and teachers started to show slight favor to […]

  by Joan Chittister Most of us know when we’re at a crossroad in life, when old answers have gone dry, when our souls have gone dry here, when nothing but another choice is possible. Then come the struggle and […]

by Terry Wolverton Submit your eyes to the unfolding textures of pre-dawn light. Utter the riotous syllables of leaves. Relinquish regret; scatter ashes to wind. Run in green spaces; fall in green grass. Rise up. Run farther. Enter a continuum […]

by N’tima Preusser Military wife and new mother   One hundred and seven pounds. I worked hard for that weight. I was light. I was frail. I counted my corn kernels. My skin was colorless, punctuated with clogged pores, and my […]

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