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Society often tells us that reinvention belongs to the young. They tell us that if we haven’t established our domestic rhythms by forty, we never will. But as I navigate my own rebirth at 72, I have learned that becoming a better housewife is not about youth—it is about intentionality.…

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I am 72 years old. My driver’s license confirms it, and my history reflects it. But if you were to look inside my heart—and my libido—you would find someone much younger. In the world of dating at my age, the assumption is that I should be looking for a “companion.”…

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For seventy-two years, “sissy” was the one word I was terrified to hear. On the school playground, in the corporate boardroom, and in the locker room, it was a weapon used to police masculinity. It meant weak. It meant soft. It meant failed man. I spent a lifetime building “heavy…