For some, 40 plus years of sweat-equity in a career is a singular accomplishment that can understandably lead to a sense of entitlement. Still others, after decades of paying it forward, might view the moment as an opportunity to pay it back…

Jane Fonda and Lily Tomlin are at it again. Last year’s follow-up to the seven year run of Grace and Frankie was, 80 For Brady, a whimsical quest to meet and ogle superstar footballer, Tom Brady. Even with the addition of co-stars Sally Field…

The gaunt, stricken faces on the characters of Director Sarah Polley’s Women Talking tell us a great deal about despair. Living within the confines of an isolated religious colony, they have, over the course of their lives, been repeatedly sprayed…

“Go outside and play with your friends!” That was Mom’s clarion call to us kids back then when friendship was easier. When we were naive, tolerant, open to diversity, and had few boundaries. We were perfect friend-making machines…

Steven Spielberg slipped into our collective consciousness more than 50 years ago. With a sweeping imagination and spot-on storytelling ability, he has, in film after film, outperformed even the most imposing expectations. And good for all of us that The Fabelmans…

Happiness in retirement is not a given. Not an entitlement. And it’s an illusion to assume that it is. Bestselling author and founder of the Retirement Coaches Association, Robert Laura, said this in regard to the illusion of retirement…

Developing friendships on foreign shores is an acid test of fortitude. Each time zone crossed takes you further into unchartered territory. Different languages. Tweaked cultural and social mores. You’ve transplanted yourself into a world…

We left the United States to dislodge ourselves from the inevitable third act doldrums. My post-career life began to show signs of the common societal memes associated with retirement. The tell-tale lack of energy. An inability to focus. Dare I admit…

I might have under-thought the results of multiple, rapid life changes and how they extract their toll on us retired mortals. Since leaving the workforce and moving six hundred miles to another home within the space of two weeks, I’ve become…

I was a clever gatherer of things. Mostly paper. In neat piles. Inside of drawers. Resting innocuously on shelves. Tucked into boxes that lurked in the shadowy recesses of my garage…