Would you rather read a book than take a walk? Do you prefer cooking to working out? Well, you’re not alone.
Age has taught me a lot, and the wisdom I’ve gained helps me cope with stress. I’m more accepting of other people’s shortcomings, and perhaps I’m even more tolerant of my own (and believe me, I have them)…
Are you beginning to tire of the Holiday Rat-Race? Sick of hearing how many more shopping days until Christmas? Take this Christmas Cheer Continuum Calculator to see whether you’re more Christmas Elf or Grinch.
Lonesome? Well, join the club. More than one in three adults over 45 is lonely, according to a survey by AARP, the American Association of Retired Persons. Are you one of them?
I’m nearly 70, and I figure I’ve spent over 203,000 hours of my life snoozing. That’s 8,500 24-hour days, 1200 weeks, 300 months, or 25 solid years of sleep. Call me Rip Van Winkle. I’ve loved every minute of it.
“I love coffee, I love tea. I love the boys, and the boys love me.”
I chanted that silly jump-rope jingle hundreds of times on the Oak Knoll Playground, certain that I’d never acquire a taste for either coffee or tea. Little did I know.
As I slide into my 70s, I find myself forgetting names with more regularity every day. It’s getting so common that I often stay out of conversations because I can’t remember the name of the politician…
I’ve always loved dogs, but allergies in the household kept me from having one. After a painful divorce 18 years ago, I decided to buy a little non-shedding poodle/terrier. On the way home from the pet store I tried out a raft of names…
I admit it – I’m hooked. Not generally a greedy person, when I’m faced with bushes of free berries, I go nuts. Ballistic. I can’t stop myself. Not only that, but I can’t pass the berry display in the grocery store…