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I have almost all new friends now, at 51. The ones I spent so many years with -- bound together by our children's friendships -- scattered like dandelion seeds to the wind when my marriage ended. Only Ebola instills more fear of contagion than the divorce of a friend whose marriage seemed perfect.
After two exhaustive rounds of chemotherapy over a couple of years, Robert, my husband of 42 years, could just not ever get warm. The heat was set up high, there were heaters in every room and we got an electric blanket for the bed.
Women, especially older women, often feel invisible. Like many women, I spoke out in the 1960s. I pushed hard to build a career in a 'man's world' and I started the Sixty and Me community to give women over 60 a voice. But, even though I value my voice and believe that women have every right to be heard, I have to admit, there are times when I love my cloak of invisibility.
The standing joke in my family is that I love the dog most of all. I don't actually think that's true -- at least not all of the time -- but there is certainly something to be said for the dog always being happy to see me and giving me his unconditional love. And so, with much affection and in good humor please, I offer this list of 8 things I tell the dog that I don't say to my husband.