Wishing for the good-old-days, makes me look old-fashioned, no doubt.  But I wish for them, all the same.  The electronic age has complicated my life in so many ways.  I’m in a perpetual race to manage the upgrades, master new apps and avoid hacker traps along the way

NBC TV host Megan Kelly and Jane Fonda squared off recently during an interview in which Kelly asked Fonda about her cosmetic surgeries. (Click)  Fonda was caught off guard.  She’d come to promote her latest theatrical venue and wasn’t expecting a girly snarl.  The question str

Recently, there was a dustup at Reed College, my alma mater.  Like elsewhere, the students are balking against the curriculum.  In particular, they resent being dragged through the Humanities, a survey course on western culture that begins with ancient Greece.  To focus

The other day a nurse told me a story about an 88 year-old woman who had come into the doctor’s office with a concern. The patient and her boyfriend were having sex every day. She worried if it might cause a health problem. Surprised, the nurse laughed and told the older woman to â€

Last week, I had an experience that dropped me into an alternate reality. I was walking to my apartment at the retirement center, drifting along a sun lighted corridor lined with windows when, ahead of me, a young woman, a nurse by her uniform, appeared to be blocking the exit where

One of my gaggle of 3 older gentleman at the retirement center has died. (Blog 7/15/15) I feel his absence though I’d known him only a few months. He’d been a judge in his working life. His wife had died not long ago and he admitted he didn’t see much point in going on. The rema

I have as many points of dissatisfaction with my body as there are stars in the night sky. Discontent with one’s self image seems to be a feminine curse. I recall, as a kid, finding my mother banging one hip against a bedroom wall, her face as solemn as a witness to a public hanging

No long after I moved into my retirement center,  I found myself visiting a new friend in the assisted living section.  As he and I talked, a woman joined us.  I judged her to be in her 90s, though she had the svelte body of a dancer and a pretty face.  I asked if she’d ever bee

There’s a gaggle of men, all over 90,  who hang together at my retirement center.  Often, I join them for coffee and the laughter can get pretty rowdy.  Sometimes, though, I’ll find one of them dozing in an overstuffed chair in the lobby.  Whichever one it is, I always hope he

On a recent Saturday, I escaped from the retirement center with two delightful fellow inmates.  I wanted to learn how to ride a bus, something I hadn’t done in years.  Fortunately my new friends were game to show me the ropes.  One supplied me with a ticket. The other gave me ins