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Lady Boomer

I can vouch for the writing advice that advocates show not tell, put some skin in the game, and write what you know. I have lived it and it is true.

Back in 2002 I got paid (not much) to write a weekly column for a neighborhood newspaper.  Titled Lady Boomer, it ran for three and a half years and launched me from wannabe writer to published author. 

Written from my point of view:  a fifty-something Boomer - it taught me discipline, responsibility, and humility. I talked about being suddenly single, meeting men, and advancing age – topics that challenge women of every age not just Boomers.

I joined online dating groups, experienced speed dating and other humiliating and awkward social situations – all so that I could write about it firsthand. I discussed handling situations without a partner around to offer a shoulder or a helping hand.

Lady Boomer received 300 - 600 emails a week (back in the days before Facebook). They ranged from adulation (women who agreed; men asking for dates) to hate mail (people offended by my candor; a handful of men who threatened me with violence). I answered most of them, but those who asked for advice, I referred to professionals.  

When I realized I had no more to add to the column and I felt I was repeating myself week to week, I took my own advice and resigned from the newspaper.

The last column summed it all up – life is a game.  If you play it well, then there should be no regrets when it is over.


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  1. Love love!!! I betcha that newspaper never recovered losing you! :-)

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  2. I'm a BOOMER and PROUD of it!!! ;D

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