We live in the age of Smart. We have Smart Phones, Smart TV’s, Smart Houses. The only thing that apparently isn’t smart enough is me. My smart TV can go between live television and multiple
How do you feel about- you know – growing old? What is your take on aging? Do you dread it, look forward to it, handle it gracefully or find yourself being dragged kicking and screaming,
My daughter and son in love are always telling us what busy lives we retirees have, that we are always coming and going. They envision us languishing in bed each morning, going out with friends
Thad and I like watching and reading mysteries whether it is science, romance, murder or medical – we spend most of our TV time watching “whodunits”. Recently I have had a personal medical mystery that
Have you ever wished you could take yourself out of your body, throw it away and go to Macy’s to get yourself a new one, preferably In a size 10? Look I’ll even take a
I’ve been feeling my age this last week and I knew what I needed to do. I could dwell on what I couldn’t do or find and enjoy what I could do. I could either
Today is my 66st birthday and I wasn’t going to write about it because, well frankly, the less said better. But then a friend sent me a little article that inspired me. The Friendly Societies
On September 11of this year, I catapulted over a piece of wood that I used to keep our little Liesl from using the two guest room carpets as a pee-pee pad. I subluxated my left
Last night I got wonderful news about a friend of mine. The pathology from her recent surgery showed no spread of cancer and there is hope that the procedure is the cure. Weeks of worry
As I age I have become more fearful of all the things the world tells you to be worried about. And I am not talking about sagging breasts, crepe skin and droopy eyelids. What I
With the worldwide pandemic I find that I have gotten away from writing about what I am most passionate about. And that is Surviving Medical Mayhem, being a caregiver and/or being a care receiver. It
There are those in my family that feel I spend too much time thinking and talking about death and dying. Perhaps I do think about it more than most – but not in a sad