February is Heart Month, which I never thought would concern me much. I already had a month – October, Breast Cancer Month. I’d had breast cancer in 2002 at age 48, so I thought that earned me a free health pass. And it did for a while…

Normally, I dismiss any plea for a product review. Instead of a cute tag on a string, the request typically comes in a follow-up email to confirmation that my purchase has been delivered. Who has time to review?

Receiving a diagnosis of breast cancer is like staring down a huge, dark hole that you must jump into. You don’t know how far down you’ll drop or what awaits you when you get there. All you know is that it’s dark and, possibly, bottomless…

“Nothing says ‘old fart’ more than not keeping up with technology,” a friend in her late 60s told me not long ago. I’m not sure I’d want to attach that label to the many people who feel intimidated by tech, but I do agree that “I’m too old…

If body shaming ever extends to the very top of the body, I’m ready. No one makes fun of my tiny head more than I do. Head size isn’t exactly the problem. The circumference of my head is average. But apparently my ears are higher up…

It’s likely that we all know someone who was diagnosed with Covid-19. In my case, three friends fell ill, and when I called them later on, essentially I wanted to know three things – how they’re doing now, whether their pandemic…

A recent post on a Facebook group page devoted to the Coronavirus launched a discussion about the frustrating way a person who is “asymptotic” can still spread the virus…

Life during the Coronavirus quarantine can be lonely and monotonous for women who normally use their local senior center as a hub for socializing…

One of the “silver linings” people are mentioning regarding the Coronavirus quarantine is that they finally have time to write. This can be your opportunity to flesh out the plot for that novel…

Hair changes. The color turns gray, the texture can become coarse, the shine dulls, strands thin and density decreases. For many of us past age 60, the crown we’ve worn all our lives no longer boasts the glory that used to make us proud…