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Every experience, good and bad, teaches us how to live our life going forward regardless of age. My terrible slip on ice and the breaking of two bones in my arm and wrist has certainly provided a good supply of life lessons--and this time past age 67. I hope you never need these but just in case here are 14 that stand out boldly:  Walk carefully, always, but also look down to check out the ground, whether rough pavement or snow and if ice lurks beneath be extra careful. Wear the right shoes for the conditions. I am now getting...

  Neither of us had dated since our early 20s. How do you find single men when you’ve been out of the dating pool for 30 plus years? Stand around in grungy bars? Wait to be fixed up? Start talking to single men in grocery stores with shopping carts filled with stuff for single guys who sit on a couch eating alone?  Truth be told, neither of us had any idea how to go about dating like when we were young, beautiful, full of hope, and--yes, so naïve. And let’s face it, it doesn’t get any easier when you’re AARP-eligible,...

The kids grow up and go their own way. Time to breathe a sigh of relief. However, if you’re lucky enough to have parents still alive, your caregiving days will not be over. Now in our much later years when we are trying still to work and enjoy our new lives as singles--whammo! The caregiving demands spring up anew. But this time around, it’s very different.  As anyone who has been in our shoes knows--caregiving is rarely easy at any age--putting aside your own needs, listening and being empathetic, answering frantic phone calls in the middle of the night, cooking,...

Sometimes, you think you know someone or have some clues about who they are, but the truth is that you have zero, zilch, nothing. That's what I found when high-school classmate Laurie Kahn sent me an advance reader copy of her first book, Baffled by Love: Stories of the Lasting Impact of Childhood Trauma Inflicted by Loved Ones (She Writes Press, 2017).  I remembered Laurie as that pretty, popular-with-the-cool-guys, very athletic gal who seemed so confident yet aloof--too hip for me and my supposedly smart, student government, more nerdy crowd. We seemed to have nothing in common, and I can't...

My guy friend and I have parted ways. As I now sit home many Saturday nights,  I ponder whether I want to date someone new. I imagine a little cloud-like speech balloon that’s often seen in cartoons containing the text of thoughts inside my brain as I conduct an active dialogue with myself and a potential fictitious Internet date.  ME: Do I want to date someone new? Hmmm, maybe, then again, I’m not sure. Okay. Yes. YES, I think more enthusiastically. I’m tired of sitting home alone on weekends. Like reheated pizza, anyone might be good enough at this point. ...