I  began this blog not only because I love to write, (and my daughter encouraged me), but also because I think there are many of us clamoring to share our experiences, and I certainly am looking forward to hearing them.  Bring them on!

This much I know.  I learn so much from listening to my friends’ life stories.  Some are exciting, some are heart-wrenching, some are crude, and most are…very expressive!  And I say, “Thank you for sharing.  I would have never seen that perspective without your story.”


Unfortunately, I’ve heard the following expression more than once, “Older women are fun to date, but they have too many stories, too much to talk about.” And then there’s the proverbial scenario where the husband turns a deaf ear on the wifie while she shares her thoughts and memories.  WHAT?  We (and I use the word loosely) share too much?

Now, I can’t say that’s true or false, but I can say that I place value upon my life’s journey; and when I’m meandering down memory lane, I’m assuming that you value my journey, too, because my experiences ARE me.

Having said that, reality rears its ugly head, and frankly, (in the end) our memories are our own.  No one sees them as vividly as we do. No one can effectively relive the intensity of our lives.

Simply put and with cliche, we come into this world alone, taking the responsibility to write our own books of life, then packaging all the memories into neat little pockets within our hearts.

We finally depart with just what we put into it.  Nothing more.  Nothing less.

Those memories better be worth taking.  Right?

Which brings me back to the matter of sharing our memories.  Sharing is important!  Shared memories are the full circle of life.

As a single woman with an empty nest scattered with ‘goods, bads, and indifferences’, I sometimes wish there were moments where I could relive those outstanding experiences with those who were with me…just one more time.   Some of you have that opportunity; some of you don’t.  What matters is that we have created the memories.

What matters is that our pallets of life provide every color of the rainbow and that we have gratitude for each stroke of the brush.  What matters is that we have each other to share with, to empathize with, to help us each catch a glimpse of every tidbit that makes us who we are today.

What truly matters is that we place value upon our memories, upon ourselves.  We have much to contribute, much to teach, much to forgive, much to praise, and much to remember.

I feel that for me, it’s my job to learn from others (you) as I artfully create a lifelong collage of love, hurt, joy, happiness, darkness, and ecstasy and all the expressive adjectives and nouns one can use for experiencing life.  It’s your job to share, though, to help me see life through your lens, your mindset, your experiences.

With a twinkle in my eye today, I think I’ll bore the hell out of someone and share a story or two, or three, maybe more.  Heck!  Why not?  We might have the best laugh of the day:)

Giddyup, ya’ll, and show some, “Spunk, sass, and soul”!

Texana Lane


Texana Lane’s Adventures: One Big Family

Giddyup Gals!

This is my first blog.  It’s sketchy.  It’s authentic.  It’s random.  It’s me!

My goal is to reach women who still enjoy life.  Who still feel they have ‘game’ (as my younger cohorts call it).  Women who believe that every chapter of life matters, and women who don’t masquerade what it feels like to age with grace, fun, dignity, disdain, and  a little whimsy along the way.

WE all all out here.  WE know who we are…Aging with grace, aging with some disdain for our youth (bodies) and beautiful memories (of our younger selves), and aging with deliberation to be ourselves, which is unique for each of us.  Truth is, we’ve spent a lifetime deliberating for others, and not much time on what WE want, who WE are, and what these last chapters of life mean to US.  My blog enables me to learn from you, of all ages.  What differences do you see and feel as you age?  What experiences can you share that allow all of us to feel accepted, no matter what age we are?

Everyday I seem to find an excuse to not share my age in one moment, and in another moment, desiring to brag that I’ve reached a certain milestone birthday.  I sometimes find myself excited to share my lifelong experiences and then think, “They don’t really care what I think,” as my cohorts talk around me, above me, definitely not including me.

Fact is that we each age differently, with variables of children, education, cultures, religions, incomes, marriages, divorces, deaths.  The list is endless. and we each own our choices, consequences, and desire to live life to its fullest, or shut down because we’re…aging. I’m excited to share my adventures, and I eagerly anticipate yours, too.

For the record, I turn 70 on July 30th.  I am celebrating my 70 year long adventure with a different bucket list adventure each month.  I began August 1st, and the fantasy is fantastic…will share next post!

“…ain’t afraid to kick it up with the boys!”

Texana Lane