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Jim Skinner is 85 years old and says he doesn't have time for "old lady games."
I’m a numbers junkie. My husband and I have a market research firm and conduct surveys and focus groups for a variety of issues throughout the country. So, I conducted an online survey of Lady Boomers between the ages of 46-65. Almost 600 women were surveyed about issues ranging from their spiritual and creative lives, children, careers, and even the characteristics and traits defining them...
This is post five of Be Brave. Lose the Beige’s 12 days of New Year’s Resolutions. This resolution is directed at Lady Boomers and their empty nests. Ah, the empty nest, a syndrome that simultaneously fills us with dread and delight. The prospect of our children leaving home potentially evokes a multitude of anxieties. (Often this anticipatory anxiety is for naught when our children...
Be Brave. Lose the Beige is the name of my little company as well as the name of my blog. Be Brave. Lose the Beige aspires to inspire and encourage Lady Boomers and other Empty Nesters to discover their own colorful spirits. Is running from meeting to meeting, checking off the to-do list really what life is all about? Lady Boomers! This is a clarion call to resolve this new year to imbue your...
Born: Oct. 11, 1884
Died: Nov. 7, 1962
American First Lady, humanitarian, and diplomat who became one of the most admired women in the world.
Boomer Reflections: I’d Rather Be an Old Lady Than a Teenager We baby boomers don’t like to admit that we’re getting old. Botox, face lifts, cellulite removal, and tummy tucks; they all sell. So far, I’ve resisted the lure of the age-denying fix. Good genetics and living a disgustingly healthy lifestyle have insulated me somewhat from the ravages of aging. My aging complaints, by...
After being diagnosed with cancer, Peggy Hartzog's first thoughts were about her own wants. But she soon began to think more about the needs of others. That's when she remembered her old red hair. The result was a very unusual donation.
Two years ago I took up golf. Never in my wildest dreams did I ever think I would take up golf. Hitting a tiny ball into a little hole outside in the hot Florida sun did not sound remotely appealing. Besides, I already had a hobby that could produce as much frustration as any golf match- pottery!. Centering eight or even five pounds of clay on a potter’s wheel could exasperate a cat. In my...