Beauty provokes harassment, the law says, but it looks through men's eyes when deciding what provokes it.

Never give up hope. If you do, you'll be dead already.--Dementia Patient, Rose from The Inspired Caregive

No one can turn back the clock. Lie about your age if you want, but we're all going in the same direction.

The old continued to have one resurgence of foolishness after another, until the organism gave out altogether.

At some point, you're no longer growing up, you're aging. But no one can pinpoint that moment exactly.

Maybe it's true that life begins at fifty. But everything else starts to wear out, fall out, or spread out.

They say that your powers of memory are at their peak when you're 26, and it's all downhill after that.

The older I get the less I care what other people think of me. Therefore the older I get the more I enjoy life.

I shot through my twenties like a luminous thread through a dark needle, blazing toward my destination: Nowhere.

I call the Change of Life "Orchids" because menopause is such an ugly word. It's got men in it for goddsakes.

What are other women really thinking, feeling, experiencing, when they slip away from the gaze and culture of men?

Dear 30 years old, why are you stalking me? Please leave me alone or I’ll be forced to alert the authorities.

Wrinkles here and there seem unimportant compared to the Gestalt of the whole person I have become in this past year.

It is my opinion that enjoying yourself in the present and loosening your definition of time slows the aging process.

(You know you've reached middle-age if...) when you hear 'Boys in the hood' you think of the Ku Klux Klan.