Can you believe it's already mid-September? Where have all the flowers gone? The summer flew by as quickly as if it was being pursued by a pack of cheetahs. (Do cheetahs run in packs?) Now, all the signs of fall are in the air -- shorter days, cooler nights, and, according to my runny nose
(or, What Is Likely to Occur When Your Age Exceeds the Speed Limit on Most US Highways) It began with a simple overture, an attempt to make a dinner date with friends. But there was no way I could foresee the chaos that lay ahead. So I asked myself, on which birthday did having a
Are you reluctant to share your age? Are you reluctant to share your email address? If you answered “yes” to the first question, and “no” to the second, and are an AOL user, you’re screwed! According to the popular wisdom proffered by millennials and beyond, if AOL appears after the @, you are fat, over
I have, over the years, come to accept the fact that I am an old person. Chronologically, anyway. Although like most of my peers, I find it difficult to reconcile the woman who lives inside my head with the one who was just offered a seat on the bus by a chivalrous young man. Nevertheless,
I'm not big on nostalgia, but I have to admit that an event we're attending this weekend has me reminiscing and remembering. The theme of the event is 1940s Radio Days, and we are invited to dress in 1940s vintage. I'm not big on dress-up either. I never won best prize for a
It seems to me there’s a critical age at which each time you add another candle to your cake, you also add another health care practitioner. If I reviewed my count of medical specialists, let’s say, at age 35, the list might just fit on the head of a pin. And now, I believe I’d
My husband and I just returned from a successful 10-day holiday. I deem it successful because we managed to avoid almost all of the hazards of traveling. We had: no flight delays, no lost luggage, comfortable hotels, absence of intestinal backlash, good weather, and letting others do the driving, which greatly minimizes opportunities
This essay originally appeared on September 17, 2015. I'm pleased to say I'm still standing and embracing the Third Stage of my life! For those of you who have imagined me lounging by the pool for the month of August, that couldn't be further from the truth. In fact, I've been lounging on my screen
It's June, the month of transitions: summer arrives, weddings abound, and of course, there are the graduations. And this June, the oldest of my three geographically closest grandchildren is among those who are moving on. No, I'm not shopping for a wedding dress. Not quite yet. It's simply a middle school graduation. In September she'll
Like most women, I have a complicated relationship with birthdays. Which happens to be today. I won’t get specific, but I will admit to being in my eighth decade, and creeping closer to the next round number. By the way, for those of you who, like me, almost failed math, the eighth decade does not
