I recently came across a quote which stated that “aging can be fun if you lay back and enjoy it.” I thought about it for a while and concluded how wrong this thinking is.
If spring fever has you itching to get outside and jumpstart a new exercise routine, you may want to think about recruiting a buddy to tag along.
There is a time in life for almost everything, and of course, a time when we put some joys of our life aside. But when? And do we self-select by incrementally cutting back?
Have you ever thought about the tiny number of things over which we have actual control?
A recent sidewalk malfunction left me face down on the pavement.
Though little time elapsed between slip and splat, I saw my life – past and future – flash before me. The past looked, well, like the past. No surprises there.
Women seem far ahead of men in understanding the detriments of ‘body shaming.’ At least we, as a culture, have come to realize that the Barbie doll resembles reality in very few ways.
I’ve noticed that a startling number of Baby Boomers I’ve known through the years have died from a chronic disease. It may be that I notice it more because I’ve friended them on Facebook. You get to know every detail about a person that way.
Oh no, not more health advice!
We are bombarded these days with advice about what to eat and when, what exercise to take and how often, not to mention all those things we are not supposed to do, like enjoying a good glass of wine.
Do you want to cook more of your own meals and eat out less? Have you found yourself in a dinner-time rut cycling through the same five dishes over and over and over?
A lonely woman. Aren’t these powerful, dare I say, almost ugly words? Conjuring up someone pathetic, perhaps? Someone you probably don’t want to know?