by AnnSheybani | Jul 7, 2013 | climbing lessons, death, Denali, desire, developing world, Dinah Shore, Gail Sheehy, goals, gratitude, identity, process, Rescue, running, Second Adulthood, Secrets, Shiraz, slavery, South Beach Diet, The Confidence Garden
Because we learn best from people who understand our demons. An alcoholic is best helped by a former drunk. The mother of an autistic child needs someone who has run the gauntlet themselves. You kinda want your divorce lawyer to understand your impulse to burn your...
by AnnSheybani | Apr 21, 2012 | aging, Authenticity, cats, choosing a mate, Confidence, Courage, divorce, goals, growing up, Honesty, husband, identity, Interview, life transitions, marriage, parenting, reinvention, role model, Second Adulthood, Self-Esteem, Starting Over, voice
Rhoda Berman is 85 years old. She’s a vibrant, active, no-nonsense sort of woman who isn’t afraid to express her opinion. She knows her strengths and her weaknesses. She knows how to represent herself. “In order to get the best of me, I have to tell (people) the...
by AnnSheybani | Dec 21, 2011 | adventure, aging, Anne Batterson, Authenticity, Courage, goals, identity, Interview, life transitions, marriage, migration, reinvention, route finding, Second Adulthood, Self-Esteem, Starting Over, The Black Swan
Anne Batterson is a woman whose life has been filled with adventure. We’re talking commercial pilot, international skydiving champion, and a trekking guide in Nepal. But she hasn’t always been so sure of herself. At the age of 56, her children grown, her husband...
by AnnSheybani | Oct 18, 2011 | aging, attachment, Authenticity, books, connection, Empty nest syndrome, extreem dependency, fertility at 50, Gail Sheehy, growing up, husband, identity, marriage, parenting, Second Adulthood
Attending my high school reunion, I was reminded, once again, that very few people, like Walt and I, seem to want to celebrate the start of the upcoming era. The era of Absolute Freedom. The Glorious Advent of Second Adulthood. We have to remind ourselves, Walt and I,...
