This year I turned 50. Why is that such a corner-turning age? Probably because one has lived longer than the amount of time left to live. Unless, of course, you become one of the growing number of octogenarians.

What has been accomplished? Who's life have I inspired? Is it narcissistic to even feel the need to accomplish something to make life worthwhile? Never having had children, my saved treasures are pointless, such as the cast of my teeth during the braces era. Thought that would be great for a science project. The poetry I wrote as a young girl. My favorite Nancy Drew books. It all dies with me. So now I go through the house monthly and collect a bag of things to donate. I don't see the point in keeping all of this. Lately I have been reflecting a lot and hope to make some sense of my life.

So I have come up with Phooey on Phifty. It is time to become the fabulous person we have kept hidden inside for so long. How do we do that? That's to be determined in the course of this blog. For now, step one is, the realization we are no longer 20. Even if you have the body, it's just plain sad when to see a 50 year old with a thong crawling out the back of her pants. So embrace this decade. We'll discuss the wonderful stages we as woman encounter, yet persevere.

As Helen Reddy said, "I am woman; hear me roar!"