I got my annual letter from Social Security the other day. Instead of going up the 2% predicted for retirees, I am going to receive $15 a month less. Oh, I got my incremental rise, like everyone else, but my medical insurance rose high enough to eat the increment. I’m not comp
Each year when the time comes to renew my subscription to More Magazine, I equivocate. At 78, I’m too old to care about mascara that will make my eyelashes grow. I have naked, Mona Lisa eyes. I don’t mind. I no longer wish to paint a face “to meet the faces I shall meet.
As time grows shorter until my move to the retirement center, I become increasingly nervous. I worry about the ongoing costs over time and how inflation will eat into my savings. Almost everyone shares some worry about money, given our sluggish economy. Much of my anxiety stems