How To Live Your Life: 10 Tips from My Mother By blog I call my mom at least once a day. Today we talked about buying a scrabble app for her computer. Ninety- two years old and my mother is going to play scrabble on her Mac! How fabulous is this mother of mine! I would normally go on to my next activity, but with a broken ankle I have time to reflect about this mother of mine and her sage advice dripping with wisdom and values for women of all ages. Grandmothers, mothers, and daughters will gain from reading this. My motherΓÇÖs 10 tips on how to live your life:
Aging Well Senior Health WhatΓÇÖs Really Keeping You From Aging Well? By Sondra Forsyth article By Dr. Kevin J. McLaughlin During my experience as a health care provider, I have realized that, when it comes to aging well, many older women are worried about developing cancer, especially breast cancer, more than any other age-related diseases.
Life After 50: How to Bloom Abundantly By blog Yesterday, I spent several hours working in my butterfly garden. The long, unusually cold winter had taken its toll on most everything that was still alive from last year, and I had a lot of pruning and re-planting to do. As I was enjoying the morning, I began thinking how my garden was much like the life of a midlife woman, and represented many of the things I incorporate into my coaching and speaking practices.
Alzheimer's Disease and other Dementias ThirdAge Health Close-Up: NPH, the Curable Dementia By Sondra Forsyth article By Sondra Forsyth During 2004, when Alicia Harper was 69, her husband began to notice heartbreaking changes in the way his smart, vibrant wife was behaving. "She was becoming disconnected," Nildo, now 83, says. "She was confused and always forgetting things. And when we would visit with any of our four children and eight grandchildren, she didn't seem to feel anything for them. I just assumed she had the beginnings of Alzheimer's disease. I took her to several doctors and they thought so, too."
_ My Easter Memories By Jane Farrell article There’s a certain kind of weather I always associate with Easter. Pale, tentative sunlight that looks as though it’s emerging from hibernation. Cold air shot through with an elusive touch of warmth. Painfully raw green leaves on trees and bushes. When that weather arrived, it was time for my mother to get ready for the holiday. Actually, it was time for her to get me ready for the holiday.