Imagine a perfect world where it was unheard of for boys and men to pee standing up—spraying, dribbling, and otherwise sprinkling their scent around the room. Imagine if they all did it the proper way—the way girls and women do—sitting down. We’d all be able to walk into our bathrooms in our bare feet without screeching in horror as we tippy-toe aside and reach for…
We’ve all heard of Swedish death cleaning, which involves proactively clearing out a lifetime of clutter before we croak. Ideally, we want to spare our heirs the pain and inconvenience of disposing of the detritus of our lives after we’re gone. While leaving everything behind sounds like an easy way out for us boomers with too much crap, let’s face it, that would be really…
Online hackers and scammers may not destroy a life in the same sense that a murderer does, but the damage they inflict on innocent people is every bit as heinous. Within the past few months, four people in my orbit have been victimized, and it has turned their lives upside down. Someone I know was a victim of a romance scam that cost her in…
Moira Welsh, a political writer and investigative reporter for The Toronto Star, has been covering the seniors’ beat for quite a while and is something of an expert on the topic. Her latest book, The Astonishing Lives of Older Women, How To Create Pleasure Over Peril in Peak Longevity, is an eye-opener for anyone who thinks all retired baby boomers and seniors have it easy….
My La-Z-Girl did me a disservice this week. As any boomer knows, recliners are a must-have for a happy retirement. They enable and enhance the reading experience, make watching television a pleasure, relieve back pain when visiting with friends, and, most importantly, encourage spontaneous napping. Today, however, she failed to allow me to extricate myself, and I was reminded of those “Help! I can’t get…
Imagine how you would react if you were suddenly jolted out of your normal, ordinary life by being informed by the police that your loved and trusted husband, for more than fifty years, and the father of your children, is a monster, a rapist, and possibly even a murderer. That’s what happened to Gisèle Pelicot when the police in the south of France called her…
