A friend who recently moved to the Midwest to be with her daughter and toddler grandson sent me an email today. Part of it read,  “… it’s always a joy to see my grandson, as active, bouncy, and as curious as he may be but I’m really quite exhausted and at this point would

Writing about facelifts, which I did recently, I came across one woman who described the nip-and-tuck she’d arranged during the pandemic as similar to a “shopping spree.” The menu of options was so varied, she encouraged one of her daughters to join her to make similar improveme

Because of the coronavirus, she was wearing a mask which made it difficult for me to identify her, at first.  She was walking her dog, which I did recognize, but the cane her right hand came as a surprise. At 97, she’d eschewed using one until now.     Keeping an appropriate dis

Don’t get me wrong. I admire House Speaker Nancy Pelosi. She knows how to crack a whip over her Democratic caucus to lead the country forward. The job, I imagine, invites plenty of frown line, but she appears to have gone a tad too far with the Botox in her effort to appear perpetua

Recently, I had a meeting with a woman about her upcoming presentation at the free summer workshops I give each year. She’s an expert on ways to use video to promote book sales. As we talked, I mentioned the title of an old film, then slapped one hand to my face after I’d done so.

A few months ago, I changed my Facebook photo. No big deal. The one I’d been using was 10 years old.  I read somewhere that a person’s features change significantly every 10 years, so an update seemed timely. A number of people noticed the switch and posted a thumbs-up, responses

Frankly, the younger generation’s meme against their elders strikes me as tame. “OK Boomer,” sounds like a capitulation, not rebellion. What? No clenched fists? No finger?  Hand gestures are out of the questions, I suppose. The feat would require a person to give up scrolling o

At the retirement center where I live, I recently sat down beside a woman who suffers from tremors. She was enjoying a late lunch by herself which made me wonder if she might find my presence a distraction. Her smile reassured me. As I settled in, I recalled the first time we’d met,

Late one afternoon, after my gym workout,  I stopped for a cool glass of water in the retirement center’s lounge.  With no one around, I sank into one of the padded chairs and stared into empty space.  A couple strolled by to read the menu posted for dinner.  &nb

The easiest way to affect social change is to affect the flow of money.  Talking about women’s rights and equal pay may get lip service from politicians and civil rights groups but it won’t move the pay needle a jot until Wall Street sees a reason to respond.  Universal