You have lived a lifetime!
You have so many stories
to tell, they can fill a
room. And that’s not
counting stories you make
up, go for it. Tell it!
You have lived a lifetime! You have so many stories to tell, they can fill a room. And that’s not counting stories you make up, go for it. Tell it!
Your story connects us. It may bring a smile or a thought from way back when, it may tell us something about who we are, where we’ve come from or what matters. Your story can make someone feel less alone.
Women after fifty have been through sooo much: childhood, school, work, partners, motherhood, children, makeups, breakups, parents, illness, pain, pleasure, joy. Not to mention the 60’s & 70’s (like no other) and of course the 80’s & 90’s, and now the 21st century. Girl, do we have stories!
And when we share stories … it’s like a big, long, hug.
It’s like breathing in together, deeply; a deep, deep breath; and exhaling, slowly, together.
It feels sooo good.
I grew up in Malaysia and spoke Malay, an island language related to Hawaiian. Malaysia was a British colony and became independent in 1957. Everyone born before 1957, I was born in 56,’ went to British
My Dad was an unsolvable mystery to me. He married my mother when she was seventeen and they had me when she was nearly nineteen.
Why is a stranger on Theresa’s front porch with his pants down, showing her his tush? And is that Bill, her husband , coming up the driveway?
Her mother said she was crazy and a liar. Chris knew then, and now, she wasn’t.
The boyfriend Grandma arranged in Portugal the summer Carol visited.
Beth was on a date with two guys, simultaneously! Did she find love? Romance? Friendship? With whom?