At 50, marrying the man (and dog) of my dreams.

At 50, marrying the man (and dog) of my dreams.


I started piano lessons at 48 because I thought it would be cool to play the piano, in my living room, for the rest of my life. It's not always pretty, but there's some Chopin, Bach and Schubert in my repertoire.

I started running at 30 because I wanted to be a runner despite a boyfriend telling me I looked stupid when I ran. Don't worry, I didn't listen. I ran six marathons instead.

I credit two decades of yoga (and genetically good knees) for giving me the strength and flexibility, courage and confidence to do stuff like this.

At 50, I craved a calling, one that would make the second half magical. It had to make yours magical too. I knew what I had to do:

Get the stories in me, out of me, and encourage you to do the same.

I dug deep and got to the heart of what it takes to create a life we love, despite age or life stage. I study artists, the creative process, moving through resistance, stories, blocks, patterns that stop us.

I share everything I learn here. I measure my success by my ability to do as my she-ro Julia Cameron suggests:

"My love allows those I love the freedom to assume the forms most true to them. I allow them the dignity of self-definition while I offer them a constant love that is ever variable in shape."