The other day, as I was sitting at my command post (aka my LaZgirl), drinking tea and contemplating the state of the world, I had a minor epiphany. For the most part, I’ve been somewhat indifferent to the advances in AI, treating it as a skill set and science far above my pay grade. My boomer brain measured its potential effect on my life as…
As we age, we can be tempted to lose interest in our appearance. Who cares whether our nails are done, our roots are showing, or the hair on our legs is long enough to style? No one sees our bare legs after Labour Day anyway. The extra hair keeps us warm in Canadian winters. My husband has seen me at my worst, so who am…
One of the most sacrosanct items in my daily food plan was recently deemed unsafe—tea, or more specifically, tea bags. A lovely, strong cup of tea is one of my most cherished pleasures. However, I recently read that those faux-silk-like pyramid-shaped tea bags release billions of microplastic particles into each cup of tea, which can damage our endocrine systems and overall general health. I shouldn’t…
There’s always something comforting and somewhat validating about reading a book with places and times you can relate to. That satisfying coincidence happened on the first page of the first chapter of Liberty Street, a novel of contemporary historical fiction by Canadian author Heather Marshall. The story begins in 1961 on the fourth floor in the Maclean-Hunter Building at 481 University Avenue in Toronto, the…
I understand if you don’t sympathize with us, but the liquor store is one destination that presents serious challenges for some seniors and senior boomers. To minimize the number of trips we make to the liquor store (or trailer, depending on the size of your community), we tend to buy in bulk. Stocking up on our bottles of Pinot Grigio and Cabernet means buying at…
My husband and I were once brought to the brink of divorce at Costco when he lost me in the crowds, had a temper tantrum, and left. He spent what he claims were hours waiting for me in the hot sun in the parking lot because I had the car keys. It’s not my fault he was too stubborn to wait for me in air-conditioned comfort…
