About Kay Arthur

What keeps you awake at night? That loaded question has so much punch to it. So many things can contribute to bad sleep. If all that depends on you is going as it should and you are still having trouble sleeping at night, perhaps it’s time to be really honest with yourself. Read More

Here we are. The strong ones. This is us. The proud new generation of mature women. The Baby Boomer Deluxe model.

We are strong. We are fearless. We are complicated. We are interesting. We are determined to age gracefully. We love our families. We love our children. We love our men. And we love our women. Read More

Picture this: Soft music playing. Candles casting flickering shadows over the smiling faces of your close friends. A wonderful Italian pasta filling the room with delicious smells. Warm bread drenched in butter. Bottles of your favorite wine on the table. Laughter. Conversation. Read More

“And I’m not gonna leave here ever, ever again, because I love you all, and…. oh, Auntie Em, there’s no place like home.” – Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz by Frank L. Baum Read More

“It’s not where you go, but who you meet along the way.” Wizard of Oz by Frank L. Baum Read More

Just because we have many candles on our birthday cakes does not mean that we can’t still make wishes or follow our dreams. Things happen when you let your child spirit transport you to the Land of What-If. Read More

What is it that you want to do when you grow up? I know that sounds like a youth-centric question to those of us who are already retired and older than what our imaginations ever led us to envision. Read More

I must confess that I do love mornings – now that I’m retired. I cherish the slow arousing of my mind as it shakes the remnants of sleep off its back. Read More

I am feeling melancholy. Sentimental. Nostalgic. These sad-faced visitors knocking at the door to my ultra-sensitive soul trigger emotions we all find difficult to face. Wasted moments. Lost time. Forgotten memories. Read More

They were gently placed in my waiting arms with the most selfless of acts.

I am certain that my children, their parents, only wanted to hold them tightly to themselves, these amazing new bundles of pink blessings. But they knew my need to touch them, to gaze into their eyes, and to wrap my arms around these children of my children. To share in their beautiful new beginnings. Read More