Graduation time is here, and families will join to celebrate an important milestone in the lives of their graduates. Mixed with all the elaborate pomp and circumstance should be the harsh reality that student loans could make them indentured victims…

There is salad dressing in my refrigerator that dates back to the Bush administration. And there’s a plastic container in the back that’s growing a chemistry experiment but I’m afraid to look, so I just leave it there. I know when the milk…

A tragic reality occurs when women reach the age of 60. Suddenly we become invisible and irrelevant to the rest of the world. To retain some dignity and purpose, it’s only appropriate to forget the crowing roosters and establish…

My first car was a 1973 Pontiac Firebird, candy apple red with a white roof and a black interior. My father gave it to me for Christmas in 1972 as a reward for my pending college graduation the following May.

My husband and I recently escaped the snows in Idaho for a first-time vacation in Belize. The travel brochures claimed the water around the tiny island of San Pedro offered some of the world’s best snorkeling, so we signed up for an excursion.
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My adult children communicate by using text messages through their smart phones. I’ll receive a typical text: “Hi Mom. Can you watch the kids this afternoon?” Read More

According to a recent study by Deloitte, $27 billion will be spent this fall on back-to-school clothes, supplies and accessories for students from kindergarten through 12^th grade. I do my best to help the economy and society by spending money and time with my splendid granddaughters. Read More

We met in our 50s, both divorced and disgruntled with relationships. I agreed to go on a blind date for dinner because I like to eat. Despite our best intentions to remain single forever, we were holding hands by dessert. Life has been sweet ever since.
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Somehow the month of May instantly became November, and it’s time to prepare for the holidays. I’ve followed the regular rituals of the season for several decades, but this year I intend to change the frantic schedule and reduce or eliminate some traditional activities. I already feel a wee bit guilty, but here are some stress-reducing actions I’ve planned for this year…

My friend survived another trip around the sun, and I searched for an appropriate birthday card to send her.

I noticed that many cards contained exaggerated, pathetic caricatures that resembled cruel and unusual punishment for still being alive. An entire industry now creates snarky greeting cards and ready-made emails that mock seasoned women. I’m not going to buy or send them. Read More