Six MSU grads now in the evening of their years offer an irreverent, unapologetic, and unpolitically correct take on their lives--men, kids, sex, politics and so much more. They spill the beans on what they did, how they felt, and how they feel now. A blog style fictional memoir that gives women a 'safe space' to laugh, remember, reflect, and speak from their hearts.
Six MSU grads now in the evening of their years offer an irreverent, unapologetic, and unpolitically correct take on their lives--men, kids, sex, politics and so much more. They spill the beans on what they did, how they felt, and how they feel now. A blog style fictional memoir that gives women a 'safe space' to laugh, remember, reflect, and speak from their hearts.
Look into a mirror; who do you see? The woman you are, or the woman you remember? Does your image change when you pop on your glasses?
Remember opening an old photo album—no, not the one in Windows>C Drive>this PC> Library> Pictures—the physical album with Polaroids wrinkling at the corners, to find a woman you barely recognize with arms around your children? A woman without wrinkles or a droopy neck with cordlike lines? And hair, with color, not the absence of it?
How about a C-Section scar? If you have one, remember a time when you didn’t? Or when the surgeon said, “… the positive biopsy necessitates a hysterectomy.” The good news? He promised a bikini-style scar. You know the one, horizontal, above your groin, guaranteed not to leave that ugly, vertical, skin-drooping scar down your abs. Good news? Yes, if you think a permanent tummy pouch is a plus.
Many physical and emotional scars are a challenge to overcome or hard to forget. There are joys too, but as age creeps over us, we tend to examine the scars, the misses, and the losses.
Me? I keep looking back at decades, wondering how I could have wasted so much time worrying about nonsense, nonsense over which I had no control. It just stole time from accomplishments. Oh, don’t get me wrong. I’ve done a lot…but what if I had let the real me escape the PC politeness, the need to perform stereotypical behavior of so many roles. Roles I embraced to keep the peace, hide my feelings, and avoid embarrassing myself, my family, or friends. What if I had said exactly what I felt or thought? What would I be today? A CEO, a president? Would I be remarried? Would I be in jail? Would I be a woman I don’t recognize?
The more I examine my past, the less ashamed I am, the less regret I have. Oh, I still have regrets, but the list is much shorter. The more I recall, the more I treasure the lessons learned, the rules followed. And I’ve come to like the woman I’ve become—no, love the woman I’ve become, wrinkles, sags, and all.
What if all of us had a “safe space” in college to escape the slights and the arrows of a different opinion? Would we be able to listen to the other side and agree to disagree, or would we label and condemn them because we are right, and they are wrong— like many collegians seeking “safe space” on campus today—and getting it!
And what if we had helicopter moms who taught us that everyone is a winner, and we all get a trophy? Would we have competed against others to go after the jobs and the salaries we wanted—and earned?
I remember my mom saying, “If you didn’t win the trophy, honey, it means that someone worked a little harder than you did today. Try harder tomorrow; maybe it will be your turn.”
My mother was alive with aphorisms— her very own and those she adopted.
Ah, but if I had those ‘luxuries’, and I use that word choice with a decided smirk, I don’t think I could look back and be proud of what I’ve done, what I thought, and what I’ve personally experienced and accomplished, or what women before me have.
And as for doing wrong, my mom’s punishments usually made an impact. She designed them to match the crime. Hurling insults at others meant spending an evening writing 100 different positive observations, while uncalled for criticisms meant offering a new and different complement each day for two weeks to the one criticized—in a public place where others were present, no less. Today, we often free many of the guilty while their victims suffer in perpetuity. Looking back and remembering, both good and bad, makes one reassess one’s life. One’s country. One’s political views. Especially now, when birthdays arrive faster and faster with more and more wrinkles, grey hair, and a few extra pounds to remind us, the time ahead is getting shorter. The regrets for not having said something or not having done something rise to the top of those memories.
Be you 60, 70, 80, even 90, I hope many of these pages prompt you to erase some of your regrets, replacing them with renewed goals, laughter, and images of friends who shared your secrets, your tears, your confessions, and your dreams. Mostly, I hope you take on a Rhett Butler attitude and mouth his words, loud and clear: “My dear, I don’t give a damn.” (For those under 40, Rhett Butler was a character played by Clark Gable in the movie version of Margaret Mitchell’s 1936 bestseller, Gone with the Wind.) Unfortunately, GWTW is being removed from many movie line-ups for being offensive. The historical significance of the book and movie is evidently irrelevant.
Join me and reunite with those who have escaped your circle: married friends who followed the path of a husband or wife, family lost for the sake of ego, friends sent away because of disagreement and pride, lovers you lost to another, and crushes you failed to admit loving. Say hello, say I miss you, say I wanted to know how you were doing, say I always cared, say please forgive me, I forgive you, say I still love you.
Erase your regrets. Fill your memories with those warm feelings, silly images, youthful mistakes, words, and thoughts that bring a smile to your heart. Re-live every moment and love it. And don’t regret your honest reactions to the world we are living in today.
The following pages do not represent a traditional memoir. They are this author’s compilation of the words, deeds, beliefs, reflections, and actions of six women. Friends. Six very close friends. Their memories and the stories they lived before turning 50 and the years beyond. Heartfelt feelings. Frustrations. Honest reactions and emotions about yesterday and today.
The women’s names are fictional, but their actions are accurate, their expressions are real. Their beliefs are embedded in their souls. And their conversations are genuine.
Come. Meet six friends in their senior years who are irreverent and unapologetic women—real women, most definitely too young to be this old.
L.C. Blackwell
I am passionate about self-help books due to their life-changing nature, but I am even more passionate about novels that take the stance of providing the reader with a journey in its pages. Too Young To Be This Old is nothing like any other novel I have ever read, and by saying that I mean that it is a pure gift. It is at once a blog-style collection and an invitation to readers to re-examine their lives and move forward out of love and without regrets – and especially to remove all worries of the trivial aspects of life. Too Young To Be This Old is a love letter to women, to the lives we lead, to those who have come before us, and to those who will be part of the next generation. It is purely a work of art.
L.C. Blackwell’s writing is empathetic, while also challenging the reader with difficult truths that at once are hard to swallow, but so necessary as part of the reader’s journey. Too Young To Be This Old is a relatively quick read because of its blog-style nature, and it gives the reader the opportunity to read one excerpt at a time. It doesn’t require the reader to read it cover to cover; instead, it grants them the ability to choose for themselves how they experience the book. Each excerpt is written on a different woman on various subjects, and I enjoyed reading stories from so many unique characters. Reading Too Young To Be This Old is like sitting down with a group of vulnerable, yet comforting, women who feel as though they are the reader’s old friends. I absorbed every word in this collection, and upon reading it, I feel as though I have grown as a person.
Blackwell’s novel is a treasure for women seeking a book that will make them feel at home, while also challenging them. Due to the various voices presented in the book, Too Young To Be This Old reads like a self-help memoir even though the characters inside are fictional. It is a collection I will be rereading for years to come.
If you are a fan of memoirs and self-help, I highly recommend trying out Too Young To Be This Old. Even though it is fictional, each voice is so unique and realistic that you will forget that you are indeed reading a novel. This book is flexible in that you can read each section in and out of order however you wish. There are no rules to how it should be processed, and that is something that is completely up to you. Prepare to be changed.