How to rock on . . .

I've just finished watching the most fascinating British documentary that came to me via The Huffington Post. It's about fashionable women in their 70s, 80s and 90s and how they view life. What an inspiration for Boomer Broads like ourselves. Make yourself a nice cup of tea or coffee, or pour yourself a lovely glass of wine, allow a bit of time (I think it's almost an hour) and tune in. It'll put a smile on your face and you'll feel much better after. http://www.huffingtonpost.ca/2013/11/25/fabulous-fashionistas_n_4338067.html

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Facing my addictions

My name is Lynda and I am an addict. My preferred substance is even stronger than fountain Diet Coke and music from the 60s. There is no 12-step programme and even if there were, I am not interested in rehabilitation. My problem has become addict magparticularly intense since I retired and now have the time to truly indulge myself.

I am a magazine junkie. I buy them, I read them, I hoard them and blow my money on them every chance I get. My pulse quickens when I encounter ancient magazines in doctors’ offices, big fat fashion magazines in hair salons and salacious dog-eared gossip rags on the dirty coffee table where I get my car detailed. No sources are beneath my enjoyment. It started with a simple subscription to Chatelaine many years ago. That felt so good, I soon had to up the ante and ordered a Canadian decorating magazine, then another. (more…)

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Another look at the entitlement debate

One of my favourite times of the day is enjoying my second cup of tea while reading teaThe #Globe & Mail’s essay on the Facts & Arguments page. And this morning’s “Nice work – if we can get it” by Braeden Banks did not disappoint.

His honest, intelligent commentary on the reality of young graduates finding a job in today’s economy was a realistic response to an issue I addressed in my earlier post, “The age of #entitlement”.  Braeden is obviously not one of those people seeking the perfect job in the perfect World of Oz. I applaud his resourcefulness, his determination and his lack of ego.

Braeden did all the right things, (more…)

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We had hope . . .

With the 50th anniversary of the death of President Kennedy approaching, I can hear all the Gen X'ers, Y'ers and Millenials moaning, "We don't care that you can remember what you were doing when you heard that Kennedy had been shot." Well, it changed our lives forever which is a fairly significant event. What if he'd lived? Think of the possibilities. Our lives might be quite different today. He was just getting started on a seismic shift in societal attitudes that only began with civil rights. Our response? We don't…

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Preparing Part One of my 25-year plan

During my 40-odd years in the corporate world, I would periodically set goals for my professional and personal life. This helped me focus and move forward instead of just rolling along with the status quo. Now that I’m a 66-year-old retired Boomer Broad, Goal settingsetting goals requires a different set of metrics. Instead of  “Be promoted to Vice-President by age 42”  or “Have mortgage paid off by age 50”, my challenges now include things like “figure out how to make money last until I can no longer count to 10” or “Send Tim Horton’s a fan letter about their steeped tea.”  Today’s goals include “Get oil changed” and “Do nails”.

Coming from a family with a history of long life-spans, (more…)

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The age of entitlement

Call me insensitive but I wholeheartedly agree with Margaret Wente’s recent column in The Globe and Mail,  “Student debt crisis? No, crisis in expectations” . I keep hearing how it’s different for young people today. They have huge student debts to pay off and no hope of getting a salary to take care of it, etc. etc.

Let’s step back a bit and compare Apples (today’s youth) and Oranges (baby boomers). I’m an Orange – a beta baby boomer, born in 1947. Living at home was not an option when I finished high school. There were no jobs in our small Ontario town. Apart from #Ryerson or university, none of the community colleges even existed when I graduated high school and left home at seventeen. So, like my graduating contemporaries I came to the city to seek my fortune in the working world at the age of 17.

That fortune began on July 5, 1965 with (more…)

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