SixtiesSister
Unique, often humorous take on life experiences and events from award-winning author and journalist, Jane Leder. The 60 something survivor of the 1960s (Whew!) rarely considers herself too seriously and encourages readers to "Take her advice because she's not using it.
Get a good look at my blog name and its description. Why? Because in a matter of months, I'll no longer be a SixtiesSister.
Nope. I'll cross the proverbial line from one decade to the next and will have to either come up with a new title that has nothing to do with age (That sounds like the best idea) or create something catchy like SexySeventies or SeventySomething, or SeventyIsTheNewFifty. (Someone told me that the other day. My question to her was, "At what point can we safely admit that we're just plain old?")
Like other Boomers who are about to take the plunge, I can't believe that it was . . . (picture me covering my mouth and mumbling to myself) years since we did all that great stuff from marching against war and for civil/feminist rights, going door to door in support of Eugene McCarthy's run for President, discovering the Beatles, eating a lot of ice cream after imbibing on a Saturday night, experiencing the deaths of two Kennedys and Martin Luther King, saying "no" to just about everything our parents stood for, watching "Woodstock" and so wishing we'd been there, committing ourselves to our chosen professions but never hesitating to have a good time . . .
I often yearn for those times when everything seemed possible, when the naysayers were in the minority.
Like other Boomers who are about to take the plunge, I can't believe that it was . . . (picture me covering my mouth and mumbling to myself) years since we did all that great stuff from marching against war and for civil/feminist rights, going door to door in support of Eugene McCarthy's run for President, discovering the Beatles, eating a lot of ice cream after imbibing on a Saturday night, experiencing the deaths of two Kennedys and Martin Luther King, saying "no" to just about everything our parents stood for, watching "Woodstock" and so wishing we'd been there, committing ourselves to our chosen professions but never hesitating to have a good time . . .
I often yearn for those times when everything seemed possible, when the naysayers were in the minority.
Computers, cell phones, eMail, social media hadn't yet been invented. We actually wrote letters, talked on the phone, and talked to one another. (Oh, brother! Now I'm sounding like my parents. Blah, blah, blah.)
But we were more personally connected.
We were more optimistic.
We believed in change. (Not the b.s. we hear during every local/national political campaign.)
I could go on, but you get the point: The Sixties rocked. My sixties rocked.
If you have a suggestion for my new blog name, please send it my way.
Peace and love.
But we were more personally connected.
We were more optimistic.
We believed in change. (Not the b.s. we hear during every local/national political campaign.)
I could go on, but you get the point: The Sixties rocked. My sixties rocked.
If you have a suggestion for my new blog name, please send it my way.
Peace and love.
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