nadine feldman

Tuesday Book Discoveries Preview

July 26, 2011 by admin

August is around the corner, and along with it, the new A Woman’s Nest blog! Tuesdays will be a discussion of books, videos, etc., of interest to women in the prime of their lives.

Coming up, some of the books I’ll be discussing are:

The Best of Everything After 50 by Barbara Hannah Grufferman

Fierce Medicine by Ana Forrest

New Menopausal Years by Susun Weed

The Making of an Elder Culture by Theodore Roszak

In all of these books, there are plenty of ways to find health, vitality, and fulfillment in our 40s, 50s, and beyond. I have also chosen these books because they can help us not only live fully ourselves, but to influence the culture and society around us. We Baby Boomers intend to remain visible in our elder years!

If you have recommendations, either comment here or send me an e-mail at nfeldman@gal-in-sky.com.

Good Morning, Monday!

July 25, 2011 by admin

Starting next week, A Woman’s Nest blogs will appear more often, with book reviews and feature articles of interest to women at midlife and beyond. Our theme for August will be “Back to School,” which means, for many women of our age range, “Back to Empty Nest.” This challenging but liberating time can propel us into the next phase of our own lives. Hopefully you’ll find the information useful as A Woman’s Nest moves into its own exciting new chapter.

Good Morning, Monday will be a regular feature, less structured than some other posts, and will provide a casual wake-up to the week, mostly by discussing the weekend.

This weekend we went to the movies and saw Horrible Bosses. I know the movie gets high marks on Rotten Tomatoes, but I found it disappointing. While the actors did their best, and I chuckled a few times, I felt like I was being hit with a sledgehammer throughout the movie. Am I turning into a grumpy old woman when I say that “back in my day” we had the classic horrible boss movie: 9 to 5? We watched it later in the day just to feel better and chuckled all over again as Lily Tomlin, Jane Fonda, and Dolly Parton gave us the ultimate boss revenge fantasy.

I have loved going to the movies for as long as I can remember, starting with family trips to the drive-in when I was very young. Movies, plays, books, and songs have all fed my love of the written word. Seldom, though, do I see women like me characterized in movies. Certainly, Meryl Streep continues to truck along, turning in amazing performances of all types. Diane Keaton, in Something’s Gotta Give, gets to be sexy and desirable post-menopause. Annette Bening and Julianne Moore, playing partners in The Kids Are Alright, leave their facial lines visible for all of us to see. Funny, though, that I can rattle these roles off so easily. Wouldn’t it be nice if there were so many richly drawn female characters over 40 that we couldn’t think of them all?

Who’s your favorite over-40 actress, or what’s your favorite over-40 female character?

Women Friends: How Do We Keep It Together?

July 21, 2011 by admin

I read a lot of women’s fiction, and often a group of women come together in a particular situation and form deep, lasting bonds with each other. Heck, I’ve even written a book that follows this pattern! I didn’t write it to honor my best gal pals, though. The women I feel closest to are scattered all over the country. When we get together, not nearly often enough, it’s as though no time has passed, but I don’t have a group of local women to meet for coffee and commiseration. I think I wrote my novel in part to create characters that I wouldn’t mind hanging out with!

As I worked on the manuscript, I grappled with what I see as changes in friendships that have occurred over the years. I remember as a young girl when neighbor ladies came over to visit my mom. My grandma, a seamstress who worked out of her home, kept a pot of coffee on for people who dropped by for fittings and a chat. She enjoyed the confidential nature of those conversations, saying, “I could blow the lid off this town if I wanted to.” But she didn’t, because she valued her relationships.

Fast forward a few decades. For a time I worked in an office made up entirely of women. Overall, it was a great time. Yes, we had our moments, but we often hung out together socially, and we had a lot of fun. I saw none of the competition among women that I would see later in an environment of both men and women. I was in my 30s then, and I was in a “golden age” of friendships, complete with those long, sharing telephone calls that sometimes extended late into the night.

Where did those friends go? Our company merged, and many of us went our separate ways through resignations and layoffs. We held things together for a time, but other jobs, commutes, and family responsibilities intervened. After that, I enjoyed the company of female co-workers on other jobs, but nothing clicked in terms of friendship.

I also found that in the environment of other corporations, some of the women bonded together in a “mean girls” sort of way. Once I was invited to have lunch with a group of ladies, and their sole topic of conversation was to gossip about another co-worker whom I happened to like. Needless to say, I was never invited to their group again, and had they invited me, I would have turned them down.

As we age, many of us are part of the sandwich generation, where we are caring for children and parents at the same time, often while holding down a job and trying, at some level, to keep the house clean. I was fortunate during this period to have the option to drop my corporate responsibilities, but it also created a level of social isolation. My buddies still have jobs, and they often don’t stop even to have lunch these days. Some, I have stopped asking.

I don’t give up easily, though. I chat with a few of the neighbors from time to time, and I find some promise there. I have bonded with some of my fellow women writers, which feels good, even if that’s all online. I visit my scattered friends when I can. And, of course, when all else fails, I can always make up new characters and revisit old ones!

I’d love to hear from women on this. Are your friendships alive and well? How did you meet? How do you keep your relationships strong over the years?

Reframing the Menopausal Mind

July 15, 2011 by admin

When I was a kid and frequented t-shirt stores during vacations, I frequently saw a t-short that said, “Watch out! I’m low on estrogen–and I’ve got a gun.” Of course, these days wearing such a shirt would invite visitors from Homeland Security, but as a woman of “a certain age,” I can appreciate the sentiments of the shirt.

This type of thinking about the menopausal mind, though, has also worked against women. Growing up, as women started to take charge of their careers and seek greater levels of leadership, I often heard the question, “What if a woman President, while in a menopausal temper, hit “the” button?” The implication of course, is that a menopausal woman cannot handle her mood swings–and that men don’t have them. Yet I often observed in my work life that the men most concerned about my emotional nature had high levels of emotion themselves.

Yet, while I have confident in my abilities not to do anything (too) foolish, I have a few days a month when I feel my world crashing down around me. Fatigue and depression smother me, the deep-in-the-pit kind that partners closely with despair and hopelessness. It doesn’t make me less capable, but it ain’t pretty, either.

Through supplements and herbal tonics, which I’ll discuss in more detail in future blogs, I have been able to even out my moods more during the month, and I have hope to quiet the storm a little bit. I hold on to the words of my late, beloved mother-in-law Jenny, who promised me that I will feel liberated in my post-menopausal years. Oh, Lord, I hope she’s right!

For a while I medicated with birth control pills, but after two years of taking them, without much relief, I was concerned about continuing a dose of artificial hormones. I also didn’t like the idea of masking whatever I might be feeling. Just as I stopped coloring my hair because I wanted to see its real color, more and more I wanted to see, and feel, the real me.

What I find most interesting, though, is that I am changing my attitude about those mood swings.*

It’s tough to get through the depression, but the other side of it, which always comes, fascinates me. While in the funk, I ask myself, “What are you trying to tell me?” Usually it’s something I need to do, or not do, or to do differently.

This time around, the message was about completion. I had too many projects laying around in some stage of progress, and nothing getting done. So, I made some adjustments. First, I hired an editor to work with me on two of my writing projects so I can get them done more quickly. Time will tell, but so far she impresses me as someone who “gets” my work but who will provide honest feedback to make it better.

Second, I changed my routine so that I get my daily word count in early in the day, before taking on errands or housework. Only the gardening comes first, and that’s to beat the worst of the heat. Most days, I’m getting to work on my word count by 7:30 a.m.

Once I made these simple adjustments, I felt clean and shiny and new again. By listening to my depression and taking its counsel, I found my way back to joy. I hit my word count by 8:30 a.m., got some exercise, and wrote some more. More and more, I believe that the menopausal mind is one that insists on truth, even when it’s unpleasant, and that’s a good thing. Better that than pulling out a gun, anyway!

*If you suffer clinical depression, please do not hesitate to get help through therapy and, possibly, medication. The kinds of mood swings I’m talking about here tend to come and go quickly and do not qualify as clinical depression.

Same Blog, New Focus: Creating “A Woman’s Nest”

July 8, 2011 by admin

If you visit this blog, you’ll notice that changes are afoot. I am creating “A Woman’s Nest” to focus on my core audience: women in midlife. Why? Well, I am a woman in midlife, or thereabouts (I’m working to live as long as I can!), and I find this stage of life to be more fascinating and complex than I ever dreamed. There are hormonal issues, aging parents (as part of the ubiquitous “sandwich generation”), and a deeper urgency to realize dreams.

I’ll still talk about writing from time to time. After all, I am a writer, and the fiction I’m working on is aimed at women in my age group. It all ties together, and that’s what I’m trying to accomplish.

As we start this journey, I hope it will be together. I would love to hear your hopes, dreams, and concerns, and, wherever possible, make this blog about you, the reader. We can laugh and cry together as we navigate this special, wonderful, difficult, precious, and sometimes painful time of life.

Stay tuned. These changes are still in development and will unfold over the next several weeks. In the meantime, thanks for reading.

A Writer’s Labor and Birth

June 24, 2011 by admin

While 50 pages of my novel sit at the agent’s office, waiting to be read, I am busily doing one more spit and polish on the manuscript. My editor had made recommendations, which I followed, but I want to make sure that all my latest changes make sense…either in case the agent wants the rest of the story, or I decide to query other agents, or I decide to self-publish again.

As I get closer to the end, though, I feel a familiar sensation, one that hits me every time I finish a project. That is, a fear of death emerges. Now, I hesitate to some degree to talk about this, but a few years ago I learned that I’m not the only writer to feel that way, so I might as well tell the truth. It’s not as bad as it used to be– it’s one of the main reasons I didn’t start writing until I was 39. These days I just say, “Yep, here it is again.”

Thing is, every time we write a book we are reborn in some way. Maybe it’s a piece of myself that I don’t need anymore that dies, and that’s what I struggle to let go of, but finishing a book is a bit like having a baby, except you’re not dealing with diaper changes, cries, and sleepless nights.

Well, sometimes we still get the sleepless nights, but it’s not the same. Like a baby, though, the book needs nurturing even after it’s “born.” We send it around to publishers and agents, announcing that we have the cutest baby book ever. If someone says our baby is ugly, we take offense. And, we must care for it, revising, resubmitting, getting feedback, etc., to help form it into the best little citizen book we can. We don’t know what it will be when it’s grown up, or how others will perceive it.

In the meantime, though, we wring our hands and fuss over it, doing our best and wondering where the damned manual is–because for all the books that exist on the craft of writing, there is no definitive way of creating a novel. In fact, I have already learned that each novel has a life of its own. I’ve finished two and started a third, and each one takes a different path, just as each child does.

We learn, in the end, that some efforts, despite our best intentions, are stillborn. They don’t quite work, they languish unpublished, or they don’t sell. It hurts, and we grieve. Sometimes we wonder if we’ll ever be parents at all! Still, we proceed with determination, like everyone who wants to parent a child, and we keep trying. We learn that when we allow ourselves to love, whether it’s a child we have or a book we write, we may die a little in the end. We may be disappointed. But we will not be sorry that we allowed ourselves to love in the first place–for that is where life’s magic resides.