I'd noticed lately that men no longer seemed to notice me when I was in the grocery store line, or even out on the town, but it didn't truly hit me how bad the situation had become until one recent morning at Starbucks.
Instructing women to be "cool" as they age may take some of the focus off of physical beauty standards, but it also puts
I have walked and stood and moved with my legs for an estimated 10 hours a day, which means I have used my legs for 171,550 hours in my lifetime. These legs have moved me to new cities, up mountains and down streets winding through places new and old.
If you're anywhere over the age of 25, you probably know that your metabolism just won't always be what it used to and no
Dr. Lori Stevic-Rust joins Dena to weigh in on how we perceive the process of aging.
Just as society's institutions were grossly unprepared for our baby boom, we have done far too little to prepare for the coming age wave. Ironically, while our demographic heft is not our fault, its impact will be our legacy.
you don't need any "miracle" supplements or expensive brain-training games to keep your mind sharp. All it takes is a set of healthy habits.
Don't duck the age-old question -- own it. Be proud of your years and yell the number from the rooftops (and Facebook, too
It's true, of course, that most of us gain wisdom and experience as we age, but a new study has found that few people actually
More than 20 years ago, I joined my closest women friends on a four-day backpacking trip in the Golden Trout Wilderness area of Kern County, California. That trip has served as a road marker for me ever since, helping me find my way home whenever I stray off course.
Technology can't substitute for human interaction, and it never will. But it can ease the demands of caregiving in the early years, and buy everyone much needed time.
She couldn't leave her bed at all during the final months, but the city came to her, one person at a time, to say goodbye in the room where they'd said so many hellos.
I now consider mid-70s as "prime of life." Women in their 70s take brisk walks in cute yoga pants, work out at gyms, and go zip-lining in the Amazonian Rain Forest.
Where have they gone? And what does it mean for my kids that, apart from their grandparents, they just don't know any old people?
I spend much of my life filled with regret that I don't see the people I love as much as I'd like, and that when I'm with them I don't pay as close attention as I should. A visit with a dear friend last weekend broke that pattern.
We need to move in a new way from surviving to thriving. Aging with panache requires you to let go of the mundane and savor the extraordinary.
By and large I hate aging. The wrinkles under the eyes, the graying hair, the increasingly saggy skin, the ache in the foot that I know will never really get better. Everyone knows the drill.
You've made it past 50. It's time to either just enjoy what you have already achieved, or think about using these last precious years to commit to a new journey.
After a few minutes of holding on, I realized it didn't matter if I held on or not -- I was there and this is how it was -- and nobody had died yet. Chances were I wasn't going to be the first.
This is the great challenge of the generation -- not just planning for our retirements, but caring for our parents who will live well into our retirements, and supporting each other as we all embark on our unique caregiving journeys.