One of the many things nobody ever tells you about middle age is that it's such a nice change from being young.
Few women, I fear, have had such reason as I have to think the long sad years of youth were worth living for the sake of middle age.
Middle age is when your broad mind and narrow waist begin to change places.
Middle Age - later than you think and sooner than you expect.
'Housewives' has shone a light on women of middle age, that you're not out of the game, you're not old, you're not put out to pasture... You're lively, you're doing things, you're aggressive, you're making money, you're recreating yourself.
Past middle age, some friends suggested that I should have my eyebags removed, the deepening creases on my face stretched. I often examined my face in the mirror, imagining how I'd look if I followed the suggestion. I decided to retain the old mug. I was too familiar and comfortable with it. And the final hindrance: the cost.
It's kind of a subversive act to tell a story of a woman past a certain age, to develop a four-hour movie based on a marriage and a story of two people past middle age.
Some have called we rock and roll performers who never retire 'troubadours.' I enjoy this misnomer immensely. While there are many differences between me and my distant predecessors in L'Occitane, I do believe there is a lineage that connects us of the last 70 years with those romantic singers of the High Middle Ages.
Years ago we discovered the exact point, the dead center of middle age. It occurs when you are too young to take up golf and too old to rush up to the net.
Middle age occurs when you are too young to take up golf and too old to rush up to the net.
