I really don’t want to live forever.
I really don’t want to live forever.
You’re never too old to learn something new.
More and more of my friends are in their 80’s now.
On our cruise to Alaska, we were some of the youngest passengers aboard, by decades. I get it. It’s an expensive trip. It’s the trip of a lifetime. But there’s something to be said about doing your major trips while you’re still able-minded and able-bodied. We often shared a dinner table with strangers, as is …
I’m a 54-year-old woman, so I come with accessories.
It’s hard, writing to someone with dementia.
Fewer shenanigans. How sad.
Life. It’s so freakin’ precious.
It really is ironic that right about the time when you have the most freedom and discretionary income, that’s when your body really starts breaking down. The mind is willing, but the flesh is weak. I have come to tolerate routine aches and pains that my 20-year-old self would have been horrified by. And that’s …
Dating in one’s 50’s, or even later than that, is something else again. It’s not for sissies. It adds another whole layer of complexity to things. In your 50’s, you’re more apt to come with appliances. Glasses. Dentures. Night Guards, canes or back braces, arch supports, bottles of pills. There are things you can no …
The View from a Drawbridge 