In the throes of motherhood and marriage, I’d left my passions behind.
My mother often canned and froze food, and grape jelly was her specialty. She would process hundreds of little jars of jelly, often attaching little gingham covers that she cut with pinking shears. I still have some in the back of my pantry.
I meet my friend Geraldine at a hip, local eatery in the heart of Abbot Kinney in Venice Beach. Over our poached kale and egg salads with a side of chickpeas I notice my firecracker friend is uncharacteristically glum.
At the age of 50, I'm done talking about my father and I understand my relationship with my mother. I don't need a therapist to talk about any of it anymore. I'm over it. There is something about midlife -- and it's not a musical comedy.
Traditionally, living with roommates has been the lifestyle primarily of the young and single, but more and more people in their 50s and beyond are turning to home sharing to ease the high cost of living and reduce the isolation that can occur when older adults live on their own.
As we live longer lives, peak performance is not just the purview of young people. Middlescents are harnessing more than their physical fitness to achieve at these levels.