In my family, I’m affectionately known as the crone. (I happen to be married to a frog not a prince, but that is another story.) The nickname stuck after the girls and I were bandying about common, not-so-flattering terms for, ah-hem, “mature women.” Rather than rail against female stereotypes, I’ve chosen to embrace the label. Redefine it even. On my terms.
Although I see the world through bifocals, my goal is to share my experiences and insights that everyone can use to get and stay healthy.
No Ordinary Crone 