This is fanmail, and more. First, I ADORE More! Can't wait for each month's issue to arrive. Love settling down with a large decaf two percent extra-foamy homemade cappuccino and savoring the magazine page by page. Cannot skim it as I usually do favorite mags, only later returning to sink deeply into a few chosen articles; always mean to do that with More, but find too many articles just way too juicy to pass up. Clearly you are doing an absolutely brilliant job reading my mind. And my several pals who are my age (mid-sixties, most of us) feel exactly the same way. So, kudos! And please keep it up!
That said, I feel honor-bound to offer up just one teensy whimper of complaint: what's all this about "here's what 47 looks like"? or "here's what 50 looks like"? Those women look GREAT, of course. And they all seem to be doing wonderful, inspired and inspiring, creative, admirable things. But dear LJS, my pals and I have been there already. What we want to see is, "here's what SEVENTY looks like"! Or how about, "here's what EIGHTY looks like!"? We're looking for inspiration here, and hope, and a good reason not to have our faces lifted. Enclosed in this email, I offer up, just for example, a year-old snapshot of what 65 looked like a summer ago: me on the rocks, snapped while I was visiting my gorgeous 27-year-old daughter in L.A.
Anyhow, the far more serious purpose of this missive is to send you a little true-life mother/son story about taking my four-decades-younger son to France for a week's vacation, a year ago, in fulfillment of a promise I'd made to him some dozen years before. It's called "The Gift." As you will see, there's a potentially horrendous mishap toward the beginning, and then a wonderfully happy middle, which I've cleverly managed to postpone revealing till the end, for reasons you will understand. I sincerely hope you enjoy it. I think it would appeal to all the moms of sons among your readers. Hope you agree. I'm also attaching my bio, in case you're interested in that.
Sincere thanks for your time, and for a truly wonderful magazine.
I laughed my way through Emily Listfield’s article, “No One Told Me That Would Happen.” Unfortunately, I have another ailment to add to her list, “vaginal atrophy.” Google that, to learn how many post-menopausal women suffer from this, but very few of us talk about it. Let’s get the conversation going!
Please do not print my name, for obvious reasons.
Hi Lesley. My name is Kelley, and I recently became a reader of More magazine. I've loved every issue I've read so far, and I can't wait for the next one. Keep up the great work!
Your November issue was hands down my fave yet. I grinned wildly when I read Drop What You Shop - "I own many outfits for places I will never go" very much describes my closet (and obsession with Anthropologie, ahem), and Death Becomes Him was fabulously perfect. I shared it with so many of my friends (who dare to think and laugh at the same thing). Are you reading my mind, More? My only disappointment was that Iris Apfel didn't write Safe or Sorry - at first I thought she had and I was so very keen to read!!
I love More Magazine and every month I patiently wait for it to arrive in the mail. I am like a kid with a new toy. I can’t wait. I read it from beginning to end. I read the column written by Lesley Jane Seymour, Editor-in-Chief, on reconnecting with someone that you hadn’t seen for years or had gradually lost touch with over the years and I knew I had to write beause not long after reading it, I ran into someone from my past that I would rather have never seen again as long as I lived unless we reconnected by accident which is exactly what happened. But the one day that I did run into this person, I realized something very important about myself. I was stronger and better than I had ever realized.