Readers respond to the September issue.
Friendships can certainly last forever! My friends and I grew up in a New York City neighborhood then titled, Washington Heights, south of the George Washington Bridge. We all mostly lived on one block which was West 163 Street between Amsterdam and Edgecombe Avenues. Some of our friendships began before we even entered grade school and others during elementary, which have lasted more than fifty years.
We are now in our sixties and a few of us are in our seventies. While some of us have left New York City, we still remain connected and keep in touch through email and phone calls. For the past ten years, we have held a mini reunion in Cape May Court House, New Jersey. We are all extremely grateful for the longevity of friendship and feel that few have experienced the uniqueness we all share.
Wow! The “Friends Interrupted” article makes me feel like your writers read my mind. I am a 45-year-old mother of four and work full-time. Although I have many opportunities to make friends, I do not. This realization makes me sad. In the last year I have made so many changes with my job and my children, moving away from neighbors and friends. The reality of how these changes have affected my friendships has been hard, but realizing how common this is feels like a breath of fresh air. Thank you for the wonderful advice on where to look for new friends, and why we shouldn’t look back with sadness.
Shirley O’ Reilly
Never Too Late to Nurture
I’ve read lifestyle magazines for 25 years and have never responded to any article. But Joyce Maynard’s piece on adopting at 55 touched my soul. I cried and laughed, and cried again. Maynard made me realize that you are never too old to nurture. I am taking steps to adopt soon, even though at 49, everyone tells me I am crazy. Thank you MORE for making me realize that wasting is worse than wanting.?
Tough Act To Follow
I recently started reading MORE, I’m so happy to have found a magazine of style and substance with age-appropriate articles and features (I’m 41). I’ve never written to a magazine about an article, but after reading the one about Barbara Corcoran [“When Millions Aren’t Enough”], I felt compelled. In this time of economic distress, when American families, and women in particular, are being forced to make heart-wrenching decisions regarding their professional and personal lives, I felt it was irresponsible and offensive to publish an article about a woman like Ms. Corcoran.
She states that she loves to help people and has every opportunity and resource (to the tune of $66 million) to do so, but instead she chose to wallow in her feelings, saying she was “distraught” and “empty.” Granted, everyone’s reality is different and if you feel unhappy, then nobody has the right to tell you that you aren’t. But an article featuring a woman who complained about her lot in life—despite earning money beyond compare, publishing a book, and job options that would bring her the recognition and power she so apparently craved––left me in a state of disbelief.
I don’t begrudge her, or anyone, the right to find happiness, but her reinvention tips couldn’t be less relevant for me as a reader. Barbara Corcoran has lost her blue-collar roots and I have lost interest in her.
Wanted: Age-Appropriate Fashionistas
I usually purchase your magazine each month and enjoy the articles geared to the over- forty crowd. But lately it seems you have lost that focus, especially when it comes to fashion. I am interested in seeing more sexy, sophisticated, age-appropriate clothes and shoes. My days of wearing four-inch heels is over! But I’m still stylish and cute. Have you forgotten women like me?
Upper Marlboro, MD