People see you as an object, not as a person, and they project a set of expectations onto you. People who don't have it think beauty is a blessing, but actually it sets you apart.

I was getting offers. I had just turned them down. Then I realized I should be grateful that at age 54, people were still offering me film roles.

Glamorized... am I glamorous?

I guess I was a mom so late in life, my daughter was the greatest thing since sliced bread.

It's not just in Hollywood that women run the risk of being passed by once they reach 50. It happens in real life, too.

I admit that Post-it note sheets that adhere to virtually any surface are now my substitute of choice for retention.

Self-acceptance has been a blessed by-product of middle age.