If We Don't Change, We

If We Don't Change, We Don't Grow. If We Don't Grow, We Aren't Really Living.

Adolescents Are Like Cockroaches: They Come Out The Minute You Leave Town, Crawl The Walls, Feed Indiscriminately, Reproduce Alarmingly Unless Drugged, And Will Certainly Outlast You.

Speed As A Drug Disorganizes The Personality; Speed As The Goal Of Information Dissemination Commits A Subtler Crime. People Are Mainlining Our Words. We Rarely Read Of The Rational Alternatives, Only Of The Commands That All Must Change Or Else. This Is A Prescription For Public Panic.

A Seasoned Woman Is Spicy. She Has Been Marinated In Life Experiences. Like A Complex Wine, She Can Be Alternately Sweet, Tart, Sparkling, Mellow. She Is Both Maternal And Playful. Assured, Alluring, And Resourceful. She Is Less Likely To Have An Agenda Than A Young Woman-no Biological Clock Tick-tocking Beside Her Lover's Bed, No Campaign To Lead Him To The Altar, No Rescue Fantasies. The Seasoned Woman Knows Who She Is. She Could Be Any One Of Us, As Long A She Is Committed To Living Fully And Passionately In The Second Half Of Her Life, Despite Failures And False Starts.

Growth Demands A Temporary Surrender Of Security. It May Mean A Giving Up Of Familiar But Limiting Patterns, Safe But Unrewarding Work, Values No Longer Believed In, Relationships That Have Lost Their Meaning. As Dostoevsky Put It, "taking A New Step, Uttering A New Word, Is What People Fear Most." The Real Fear Should Be Of The Opposite Course.