"How to Make Your Home More Age Friendly" is the title of a U.S. News and World Report article written in 2010.
It's a typical Sunday evening in the Johnson household. There's a thin-crust, spinach-garlic pizza in the oven delivering its incredible aroma throughout the house.
What's the most difficult part about getting older? My husband might answer that question by saying, "Staying up past 11 p.m."
When you've been writing a weekly column for a long time, you're likely to get requests.
I happened upon this statistic in a random Internet search: More than 54 percent of people over age 65 are actively involved in acquiring health information from the Internet.
May I ask you to look down at your feet? Mine are early-morning bare right now. Which I always thought was fine around the house — but really isn't.
My husband and I have seven grandchildren, ages 1 to 21. The youngest is just beginning to find his words and has begun to call his grandpa "Bampup."
Where do you want to be living when you're 95 years old?
Here's a riddle for you. What's something that occurs more often in the spring, and when it happens, we automatically close our eyes?
Today is the day. It's a day not just to honor mothers, but to think about them differently. Let's think about fathers differently, too.
Reminders are everywhere that next Sunday is Mother's Day. There are aisles of greeting-card options and flower-giving possibilities.
The data is in, and it's not pretty.
It's richly satisfying, this book I'm reading. It's the kind of novel that scratches at your heart and makes you freshly reflective about life and its possibilities.
It all started in a nail salon. There I am getting my second coat of clear polish when the door opens and two women my age walk in.
Here's a statistic that may grab your attention. Surveys querying older adults about their finances find aging couples believe they should be putting 12.
When I asked, "Do you ever worry?" almost everyone I queried responded affirmatively. Sometimes the response was accompanied by a slightly anxious sigh.
There's a lovely word that has been in existence for more than a thousand years, but I don't hear it used very often. Offering it up to describe someone is a high compliment.
As we age, we tend to eat differently.
I want to discuss an irksome problem that has plagued me throughout my adult life. It involves wearing socks, which all of us do in some form.