Re-inventing Aging: A Jane-lite Third Act
Remember when you were in your twenties? Who could forget those old geezers who groaned every time they rose from a chair? Observing them through the illusion of eternal youth, those oldsters seemed like a different species. I’ll bet you never thought you’d be one.
Confessions of a Tomboy
Born in the winter of 1956, my girlhood was fraught with gender envy. If being a girl meant sitting quietly, playing with dolls, minding my manners, wearing frilly dresses and behaving in a ladylike manner, I did not wish to be a girl. If being a girl meant becoming a princess and someday marrying a…