Women of a Certain Age

Pam's mother smiling in the kitchen.
My beautiful mother.

I’m tired of being treated like an old lady. And yikes! How did this happen anyway? When I went to bed one night, I was 40. When I woke up, I was…well, I won’t go there. According to my mother, a lady never reveals her age.

This is my first blog, and it’s going to be about us. I’m not quite sure what I’m doing, but I’m going to do it anyway. I welcome advice and suggestions. So here we go. I’m going to start with an article I was asked to write about how the death of my brother in the Vietnam War affected my life. It may seem like a strange place to begin, but the events I describe had a huge impact on who I became in the decades that followed.

This story is one thread in a much broader tapestry: in one way or another, all of us women of a certain age were affected by the Vietnam War. I’m offering up my story, but I want to hear yours as well, so please contact me here at pamdehnke.com with your comments, good or bad. If you’d like me to post your story or your comments, let me know it’s okay to do that. This blog series will be a give-and-take.

We will, of course, move on to other subjects—one of my favorites being, it’s never too late to make your dreams come true, or to do the things you haven’t done because you didn’t feel you could or you were too busy. Some other topics might be: sleep, how can we get enough; exercise, with which I have a love-hate relationship; health, mental and physical; and family, they can be so trying. I can’t wait to hear your thoughts, and I hope this blog becomes a platform for us to encourage one another. I’ve got a feeling we have a whole lot in common.

Please join my email list, and let’s begin the adventure together.

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