My Granddaughter Isn't Something I Can Buy My granddaughter has no idea I'm 53 years older than she is. And honestly... I hope she never does. For the past several years, Briann has flown from Massachusetts to Florida with me, as part of her birthday gift. Every year we add a few more days, and every year we somehow find even more adventures to pack into our time together. This year we've paddleboarded. Walked for hours at the zoo. Spent afternoons enjoying each others company. Gone...

As we celebrate Independence Day, I’ve been thinking about another kind of freedom. Not political freedom. Personal freedom. The freedom to believe your best years are not behind you. The freedom to stop apologizing for getting older. The freedom to become stronger—not smaller—as the years go by. For too long, women have been told a quiet but damaging story about aging. We have been told that getting older means slowing down. That weakness is inevitable. That aches, stiffness, weight gain,...

Women spend thousands of dollars chasing "what." The next diet. The perfect exercise plan. The magic supplement. The right hormone. The problem is, none of those things matter if they aren't supported by the identity of the woman doing them. Because healthy habits don't come from information. They come from identity. A woman who sees herself as strong moves differently. A woman who believes she is capable makes different choices. A woman who refuses to accept decline as inevitable ages...