Hidden Magnolias

Well, the day has happened.   Somehow, I never thought it would. (actually it happened in the Spring) I am a Senior . As in Senior Citizen . With grey hair. Gasp!! Since my 62 nd birthday, I have become obsessed with this thought. I remember vividly the night I was watching a lunar eclipse and wondering about life. I counted up how old I would be in the year 2000. I was about 14 at the time. The year 2000 seems centuries away, age 44 seemed almost impossible to imagine. Now it is almost 20 years AFTER the year 2000 and that same little girl, at age 62, is wondering about life. And being 62 seems impossible. How did this happen? When I was a child in school, I would look at the school clock thinking 2 pm would never come.  Now when it is 2 pm, I am alarmed because it is 2 pm and I have so much more to do. Anyway,  I searched around the web to try to find like-minded blogs to read for...

“I am not as pretty as I used to be, but I still want to be pretty.” This statement was said to me by my beloved Aunt Pauline while she was in the hospital toward the end of her life. She had asked me to bring her some lipstick and I had replied that she didn't need lipstick in the hospital. Ouch. Her last Christmas with us. I never thought of Aunt Pauline thinking that way, she was such a practical, down to earth person. However, Aunt Pauline always made sure her hair was fixed, her lipstick was on and she had on her earrings. I had always heard that “Pauline was a looker” in her day. And old pictures seem to bear it out. Pauline (seated)  and others at the USO during WWII But I believe it is a sentiment all women share, especially those of us over 50. Women in our society are still measured by their appearance, though that may be changing slowly. With today’s youth-focused culture, many beautiful older women are over looked.   Today, I just want t...