If orange is the new black, and sixty is the new forty, then I think seventy should be the new thirty…or purple…or chartreuse…or something. Who comes up with this stuff??

This year I hit the big 7-0. The start of a new decade, a new era, a new whatever. I know some of my friends and family don’t wish to share their age, and that’s okay, but I think I’m going to own seventy. I mean, really OWN it! It’s taken me seventy years to grow up to be this zany, carefree, madcap, crazy lady that I am. And like Jenny Joseph wrote in her poem, “Warning”, I can wear purple with a red hat that doesn’t go, because now I have an excuse for my eccentric behavior! Continue reading “Seventy is the New Thirty??” →