A seasoned woman is spicy. She has been marinated in life experiences. Like a complex wine, she can be alternately sweet, tart, sparkling, mellow. She is both maternal and playful. Assured, alluring, and resourceful. She is less likely to have an agenda than a young woman-no biological clock tick-tocking beside her lover's bed, no campaign to lead him to the altar, no rescue fantasies. The seasoned woman knows who she is. She could be any one of us, as long a she is committed to living fully and passionately in the second half of her life, despite failures and false starts.

Men are not given awards and promotions for bravery in intimacy.

If we don't change, we don't grow. If we don't grow, we aren't really living.

It is a paradox that as we reach out prime, we also see there is a place where it finishes.

Husbands come and go; children come and eventually they go. Friends grow up and move away. But the one thing that's never lost is your sister.

The [Hillary] Clinton campaign was still operating with a White House mentality.

No sooner do we think we have assembled a comfortable life than we find a piece of ourselves that has no place to fit in.