Yesterday, I had lunch with my retirement center gaggle of men, all over 90. (Blog 7/15/15)  As the day was sunny, they were seated near a window.  One had ordered a bowl of soup; the other sat before a cup of coffee; a third had grabbed a boiled egg from the salad counter.  When m

Author Frith Powell writes in her book, Two Lipsticks and a Lover that French women are different from their American counterparts:  Unlike her neurotic American sisters, a French bachelorette would never be caught dead mopping on the sofa, digging into a tub of Haagen-Das because so