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Healthy aging

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...

Music is a secret weapon during COVID

Our granddaughters, ages 16 and 18, are planning a visit with their grandparents. It will be a masks-up weekend, so we hope the weather holds so we can be outsi...

The ultimate to-do list

Throughout my column-writing years I have received email comments from many readers. Most of this correspondence is affirming of the things I write about — occa...

If a woodchuck could chuck

I give up. I’m succumbing. All of the past week, a phrase keeps running across my mind. It’s totally distracting. I fall asleep with it, and when I wake up it’s...

A jumpstart to joy

I felt profound joy this week when, while walking our dog one morning, I discovered a dandelion. The perky yellow flower was sitting all by itself in the middle...

Imagining those we have lost

In the last few months, our extended family has experienced three deaths. Sudden and unexpected in one case - my daughter's birth father and my first husband. A...

I haven't had a sniffle all winter

All the increased attention to hand-washing over the last year has some interesting side notes. In addition to not getting COVID-19, I also did not get those ag...

I admit I ate the ice cream

Our power is out. Depending on your political persuasion, those words could have more than one meaning. In this case I'm referring to what happened in household...

Tips for tardy hearts and flowers

If this day - best known for boxed chocolates and personally delivered cards awash in hearts and flowers - slipped your mind in its likely importance to the per...

Soup was on this week in our family

A few weeks ago I received an email from my brother extolling the deliciousness of a soup he'd made that day. It was "Pureed Cauliflower with Rosemary Infused O...

Vaccination vigilance pays off

Hallelujah! The combination of being in the right place at the right time, chutzpa and a lot of women-to-women networking resulted in my husband and I getting o...

Beating the blues

I'm not sure how the past week was for you - mine was rather up and down. Some real peaks and a few valleys. It prompted me to conjure up more ways to stay psyc...