WOW: Women's Older Wisdom


Hair Stories

Recently we’ve been seeing lots of stories on older women going gray or white during Covid.  Deciding it would be interesting to unpack these stories, I posted on the WOW Facebook page, asking women how they feel about their hair post Covid.  I am pleased to report that the majority in my sample has made peace with their hair.  Many felt [...]

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Coping With Fears of Alzheimer’s

This weekend I watched the powerful film, “The Father,” starring Anthony Hopkins as an 80-year-old-man with Alzheimer’s, and Olivia Coleman, as his devoted middle-aged daughter.  The film opens with a normal-appearing Hopkins in a well-appointed London flat listening to opera.  But as soon as he interacts with his daughter, his confusion [...]

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Here Comes the Invisible Woman!

80 years have gone by and now it seems I’m not here at all. Here comes the invisible woman.  I can’t recall when it first happened. Don’t know how I became so unseen. My tangible self was put on the shelf. Why do I feel so much less then I am? There’s so much more of me now.  We might not have a choice, but we still have a voice. [...]

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Working Artist: Cecile Pineda

GUEST POST by LISA SAVAGE In this pandemic we’ve witnessed a devolution of autonomy for working mothers scrambling to accommodate the loss of daycare while holding down their jobs. As moms still on average earn less than dads — even for the same work — it’s the moms who often reduced their hours to fill the childcare gap in [...]

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Healing A Mother Wound

Mother’s Day is right around the corner, and while it’s a joyful time to honor mothers, it can also be an unsettling occasion for those adult daughters with a pronounced mother wound. The holiday can reawaken a daughter’s memories of the maternal hurt she experienced growing up and which continues to affect her primary relationships. [...]

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Being 76

GUEST POST by EILEEN GRIFFIN I did not welcome my seventieth decade. With the arrival of my 20s, 30s, 40s, 50s and even the 60s, I crossed each threshold with relief or anticipation or calm acceptance, but always ready.  Not so with the 70s. On my 70th birthday, I wanted to open the door and holler “Go away, scat, you have the wrong house.” [...]

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