Blog for Moms Over 35

Our group for older moms over 35 parenting later in life blog features moms and experts sharing.  We share about living life fully over age 35, and write not just about parenting experiences, but life, growth, aging, etc.

Given Robin’s personal passion for sharing cool finds, travel destinations, unique attractions and theatre going, she writes periodic reviews of products, services, trips, Broadway and Off Broadway shows and other forms of entertainment, attractions and leisure pursuits….whether for kids, moms or couples.

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My Son’s 14th Birthday NYC Staycation by Robin Gorman Newman

March 5, 2017

My son turned 14 on February 24th.

Not only is he looking more mature, but I’m witnessing a maturity in behavior and demeanor, and it’s impressive.

I also see an ignited interest in socializing, which is both heartening and bittersweet.  An increased desire to hang with friends, as I always hoped he’d want to do, but now that it’s here, I’m feeling the shift and subtle separation.

Travel, and our many NYC staycations over the years, have become a mother/son tradition and a bonding experience I treasure.  We explore, we see shows, we meet friends, we chill in comfortable hotel lounges, but most of all, we make memories.

We have celebrated holidays or just visited on a whim during school breaks.  This trip was celebratory because it was his birthday…his second year as a teen….and we made the most of it despite my recovering from some health challenges

The weather was unseasonably warm which was great for roaming, but not as ideal on the hotel front.



We spent four nights at West House Hotel.

The boutique hotel, with a residential feel, is in an excellent midtown location on West 55th Street, and overall, we enjoyed the stay.  My primary … Continue reading..

Personal Touch Creations Studio comes to Malibu by Pamela Francis

March 3, 2017

Personal Touch Creations,
the online creative arts studio I launched in the early 2000’s from my home in South Carolina, has been accepted into Pepperdine University’s Microenterprise Program in Malibu, California for 2017! This little handmade cards and gifts business has been a light in my life and a source of income in my pocket since I became a stay-at-home mom in 2003.  Since that time it has expanded to include self-publishing, media production and author services for fledgling writers.
Now, I know how much moms and teachers (of which I am both) love scrapbooking and such.  I myself spent endless hours watching Crafters Coast to Coast on HGTV back in the day, as well as a favorite little scrapbooking show the DIY channel used to run.  So when I first began writing for in fall of 2015, it was my intention to mention and promote PTC’s Etsy store.
Even though I didn’t have one.
But I didn’t worry about that because being a very DIY individual, I was used to taking my own photographs and erecting my own websites and online selling venues and things of that nature.  I had my iphone 4S running on all cylinders: taking … Continue reading..

Foster Care Adoptions When You’re (Way) Over 40 by Aliza Sherman

March 3, 2017

If you told me a few years ago that I’d be the mother of a teenage boy in middle age, I would have thought you were out of your mind.

I was the 38-year-old woman who miscarried four times before I had my daughter at 41. I was the woman who experienced a year of untreated post partum depression and can’t believe I survived. I was the woman who didn’t bond with my daughter for the first few years of her life.

“I want a baby brother,” my 9-year-old daughter told me for several years before I finally listened with my heart instead of my head.

“Well, maybe we can call an adoption agency and see what we’d have to do to get one,” I finally responded one day.


I called a local adoption agency, and after several attempts to get a call back, I finally heard from them, and we were on our way.


My husband, six years my senior, said he was on board adopting a child. We had discussed the idea for several years, particularly during miscarrying years. But it was my daughter and I who went on a fact finding mission to the adoption … Continue reading..

Please Mind The Gap by Andrea Santo Felcone

February 28, 2017

mind the gapOn a recent trip to New York City, traveling by train, my little one was getting agitated. He doesn’t like to be told what to do. The automated announcer advising “be careful when exiting the train” and “please mind the gap” at every station stop was driving him crazy. Finally, he yelled, “We know already!” as if the announcer could hear him. I had to laugh. I, too, had my frustrations about “the gap”. But, my frustrations were with people commenting on the gap in years between my two children.

Mind the Gap: Mind Your Manners:

It was difficult for me to have children. The wait for the firstborn seemed endless, but was nothing compared to the wait for the second. When our first child was about 2 years old, we were ready to expand our family. It took four years for that dream to materialize. I was surprised to learn that when you have your second child after a significant “gap” of time, most people assume this child was unplanned. At the time, I was shocked by the number of people who asked if my little bundle of joy was “an accident.”

However, the most notable “gap-minding” story I … Continue reading..

At My Pace: Lessons from Our Mothers (Book Excerpt by Contributor Evelyn Starr)

February 26, 2017

The Art of Self

I often express my love for my two children through berries.  Strawberries are their favorite.  On school mornings I wash and cut a ramekin’s worth for them as part of their breakfast.

I am cutting fewer berries these days.  Three weeks ago we dropped my son off for his freshman year of college.  I cut berries just for my daughter now.  Fewer berries to cut, fewer berries to buy.

This milestone in life – the first child off to college – is foreseeable years in advance.  Yet the transition you go through emotionally creeps up on you during the latter half of your child’s senior year in high school and becomes undeniable as you drive away without them on drop-off day.

But while my new reality at home has unsettled me, it has not rocked my world.  I have my mother to thank for that.

My mother is an artist.  She also taught art at the high school and junior high school level in Brooklyn before I was born.  After I came along she switched to substitute teaching and continued after my sister was born as well.

We moved to New Jersey in time for me … Continue reading..

No More Baseball Games by Sharon O’Donnell

February 25, 2017

Since 2006, one of three boys has played middle or high school basketball and/or baseball — not to mention recreation teams in city leagues. Throughout those years, my husband and I definitely saw the good, the bad, and yes, sometimes unfortunately, the ugly. The sports took a huge time commitment from our sons and also from us. Alas, those years are now officially over. I’m both disappointed and relieved.

My youngest played on the high school JV baseball team last year, even though he sat on the bench a lot. It was a stressful season followed by a summer baseball season that was also stressful, so this year I actually suggested to my son that he not try out this year and instead enjoy more free time and more time to study.  However, my son decided he wanted to try out anyway — but he didn’t make the team. I still feel that my son could have contributed to the team as well as some of the others that were chosen, and I hate that feeling a parent has when your child is being treated unfairly. But I have to admit that a big part of me was relieved that … Continue reading..

Teaching Our Kids How Love Trumps Hate in the Trump Era by Wendy Sue Noah

February 20, 2017

noahchickI was planning to write this blog prior to the inauguration, but then allowed myself to be taken away on the chaotic ride of our new president. All of a sudden, I was literally speechless (which is very unusual for verbal me). Tears formed in my eyes on a regular basis and my heart ached, as I tried to continue to live my life as “normal”. But there is nothing normal about what is going on today. And I’m not talking about politics. I am talking about basic human rights and decency. I’m specifically talking about how love trumps hate.

So I am back intact, and ready to discuss the special care we need to share with our children. The good news is that we have the right circumstances to discuss what is important, which is to love and accept one another, differences and all. The not-so-good news is that the new president of this great country is not practicing love and acceptance. And due to this discord, hate crimes have risen at an exponential rate (for more details, please go: And due to this discord, people are coming together more than ever before, to support one another, differences … Continue reading..

Foil Hearts by Andrea Santo Felcone

February 14, 2017

foil hearts

So, I’ll admit, I was stumped. Every day I make my youngest son’s sandwich, wrap it in foil–send it off in his lunch bag. And every day, my six-year-old eats his sandwich, twists the foil into these odd shapes, and sends it back in his lunch bag. This went on for a bit of time, when it finally dawns on me (and the shapes got clearer) what the shapes actually are. They are HEARTS. And when I ask him about the foil hearts, he tells me that every day he finishes his sandwich and makes a foil heart for me. So, today, I’m sharing the foil hearts with you. Because like it or not, it’s Valentine’s Day–a day dedicated to hearts. But I think it’s more than that. I think my six-year-old has it right, it seems this world could use a little more love and compassion, and these foil hearts have started me thinking.

I’m thinking about the logistics of this: Picture if you will, an average elementary school lunchroom, where every Monday through Friday, a six-year-old boy sits at his little lunch table twisting a foil heart for his mother. No one told him to do this. Take … Continue reading..