Happy New Year! As the New Year begins, many of us enter a season of New Year reflection, thinking about our goals, our bodies, and what we want this next chapter to look like—especially when it comes to health after 50. You might be shopping for the latest exercise equipment or thinking about joining a gym. I hear you. I usually gain weight each winter—especially after the holidays—and then frantically try to lose it before summer. But over the past few years, I’ve shift

Turning fifty feels like I’m stepping into a new era and, to be honest, it hasn’t been that exciting. The truth is I don’t feel young anymore. I’ve moved from being called “miss” to being referred to as “ma’am.”  As I was walking down the street in Paros, a car drove by and I heard a whistle. A li’l grin spread over my face and I thought, “I’ve still got it.”  Then, I caught a glimpse of the girl across the street, much younger, sporting a crop top, and dangling a cigarette

(after taking the advice of a little shop gallery owner who we visited instead of going to the Picasso museum) The Uber driver dropped us off at the beginning of the street, which at a glance seemed like a quaint, quiet town. We browsed through some shops, wishing we had larger suitcases or a way to carry more things home. All the while, we were searching for the restaurant that Elizabet had told us about (see the post about her here) .  Eventually, we rounded a corner and