40 over 40: Meet Clover
Choices of a Lifetime
It occurs to me that a group of women defined by a label of “Over 40” contains a pretty wide swath of human experiences. In 2026 I turn 66. Both of my parents were 66 when they died, so this landmark age has been an auspicious one for me since the 90s, when I found myself without them. I was living in California in my early 40s with 2 young sons and a crumbling marriage. I learned then that no matter what my age, life throws curve balls that can challenge me, crush me, strengthen me, inspire me, and, yes, even kill me.
One of the hallmarks of aging – along with its liberating aspect - is the recurring reminder that we really do not have forever on this beautiful blue ball. Every moment counts. It’s up to each of us to make the kinds of choices that keep us growing and thriving. How the AF do we acquire the skill sets to do that?
At this moment in my life, I feel more fully self-expressed, content and excited about the possibilities for my future than I ever have. I’ve decided that it’s all about making choices without judging them.
I was lucky to be brought up in a time (1960s and 70s) when a lush exposure to public school arts programs fed my curiosity and creativity. Fine arts, music, dance, and theater were an integral part of my childhood and teen years. Choosing universities where I could major in acting and dance was a natural extension of who I was. My dreams were lofty. I wrote songs on my guitar, I got lead roles in plays; I had no idea if I was any good, but, in a school setting, it all felt so right.
Speaking of the choices we make… after graduating, and pounding the pavement in the big city without the necessary drive to conquer the world of professional entertainment, I returned to suburban Detroit. My performing aspirations fizzled and were shelved for decades as I pursued other careers and important relationships. Those choices felt right at the time, and, looking back, they absolutely were.
Who knew that relocating to northern Michigan in my 50s as a single mom would put me back on the path I’d organically begun so long ago. It seems to me that, when we stay open to our hearts’ desires, they will never be extinguished, and are standing by, ready to reignite. I’m a flaming example of this. I’m proud to be among a group of women who are open to the conversations that inspire us to make bold and beautiful choices. The kind that bring us - at every age- to an authentic sense of who we are.
