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Healthy Aging

Asking better questions

“If you already know the answers, ask better questions.” Yesterday, that phrase kept rolling across a computer screen in front of me in large, bold letters as I...

No, really, ‘how are you?’

How are you today? I mean, really, “How are you … today?” That’s the question the journalist Melissa Kirsch started asking herself early in the first wave of t...

The joy of gardens and focaccia

“He who kisses joy as it flies by will live in eternity's sunrise.” — William Blake When I find joy, I embrace it. For me, there is no poetic kiss inv...

Take control of your health

Personality and disease appear to have a definite relationship. It’s as old as the ancient Greek philosophers. The first physician, Hippocrates, believed bodily...

He’s turning pro at 8

Grandchildren are a gift. Even if I’d had no children, at this stage of my life I would probably borrow someone else’s kids — play with them, learn from them. C...

Don’t smoke, get fat or lose your family

As I do almost every morning, I just finished reading the newspaper. Several morning papers, in fact. Newsprint versions with my magnifying glass in hand and on...

Kitchen cures and home remedies

Many years ago during a visit to my parents, I saw a covered glass jar sitting on the kitchen counter. It contained a colorless liquid with golden raisins nesti...

The healing power of marital humor

I have been writing this column for roughly 20 years and have, no doubt, written several times about the healing power of laughter. Today’s submission carries t...

The joy of the jab

I was caught completely off guard when it happened. It was a Monday morning, and I was in the produce section of our local Fred Meyer store. Six feet from me, a...

Hooping is harder than it looks

A few weeks ago my husband and I were invited to his 80-year-old cousin’s spacious, well-appointed condominium overlooking Puget Sound. It was supposed to be “j...

I like your hat

I’m going to share some words I have shared previously. They are even more relevant in this cautiously post-pandemic and politically and painfully divisive circ...

Speaking the language of love

This is a newspaper column masquerading as an anniversary present. In a few days, my husband and I will have been married 37 years. Gifts are not typically exch...

Road trip ahead

Ready or not, my husband and I are about to undertake our first post-pandemic road trip. It’s a four-day, three-night venture with long-held friends. In our 37...

How to buy happiness

I have always thought happiness was a state of being. It can be elusive at times but is more often present on days when the sun is shining brightly. On those d...

My ethical will needs a fresh look

I need to revisit the language in my ethical will. Do you ascribe to that concept? I’ve written about it before — a refresher follows. An ethical will outlines ...

Make your laugh contagious

I do not recall that my husband and I had a “watch list” before the pandemic. But after months of isolation and more television watching than I care to admit, w...

Mom deserved more than she got

When my siblings and I were growing up, we would sometimes whisper among ourselves that we “must be adopted.” We could not imagine our parents in any kind of si...

Find another mother to care for

I have written this newspaper column for over 20 years — many Mother’s Day tributes. The words below are adapted from a long-ago column and may help you think a...

Redefining the frisky, frail and fragile

A few weeks ago I spent several hours talking with a group of women my age. At least I thought they were. We talked about our life experiences in exceptionally ...

Poetry is good for you

April is National Poetry Month. I have it on good report that “poetry can heal.” If you witnessed Amanda Gorman’s incredible reading of her poem “The Hill We C...