Books

I have been in the communications field all my life. My first job in high school was managing a community for a country and western radio station, then I worked in bookstores for 8 years. Read More

If you have ever felt alone, lonely and disconnected from the world, you will resonate with the character in Gail Honeyman’s book, Eleanor Oliphant is Completely Fine. Read More

“You ought to write and publish your own book.”

If you have heard this line of encouragement from friends or family, it’s not so far-fetched now that you are retired. You may feel overwhelmed with the process, but with some guidance, you can write the book you always wanted. Read More

State of Wonder written by Ann Patchett was recommended by so many women in our Sixty and Me community, that I had to give it a shot. Read More

When I started reading All the Light We Cannot See, it was hard for me to ponder the places, the characters or even pay attention to the story. For several short chapters, I was simply lost in the magic of the words. Read More

I was thinking, recently, about the books that influenced me when I was growing up. I don’t remember what I was reading – or having read to me – when I was 5, but, I do remember being obsessed with the Nancy Drew series of books when I was around 12. Read More

Sixty and Me is a community of women on a journey to get the most of life after 60 and to release the memories and regrets that have lingered for decades. So, it is always refreshing and intriguing to get a sneak peek into the lives of eight women doing just that. Read More

A few months ago, I found myself without my computer. It had been rushed to the “Apple ER” for repairs and I was told it would be five working days before I’d see it again. Read More

My family hasn’t done a terribly good job at generating cross-generational wealth. There was a time when I thought that my husband and I would be the ones to break our family into the world of the 1%. Then, a series of events, missteps and outright mistakes brought our financial dreams crashing down to Earth. Read More

My mother died when I was 18. She was only 50. There were no hospices in the United States at the time. So, she died in a very sterile and clinical hospital environment. There were already a few hospices in the U.K. But, it was not until 1974 that the first home-care program for the terminally ill opened in the States…