Japanese occupation of Singapore still resonates today

Every so often we read a book that gives us a renewed appreciation for when and where we were born. That's what struck me the most after reading How We Disappeared, a novel by Jing-Jing Lee. I've always felt I won the lottery being born in Canada as a baby boomer after the end of the Second World War. Growing up in a free country that offers so many opportunities and privileges as well as a comfortable standard of living is truly a gift.The main character of this book, Wang Di…

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When you’re retired, every day is Saturday

Type A personality types who must be constantly busy and productive must also be constantly exhausted. Or maybe I just wish that so I don't feel guilty about not being as virtuous as they are. Much as I wish I could be like them, that's not the way I was engineered. My mother had to register me in morning kindergarten so I could nap in the afternoons and unfortunately, the habit stuck. I still love to nap in the afternoons. It was inconvenient when I was working (!!) but now…

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Cathy Guisewite is back with the opposite of a graphic novel . . . a narrative cartoon

There isn't a boomer gal alive who hasn't at one time clipped a Cathy cartoon out of the daily newspaper and attached it to her fridge, tacked it to her bulletin board at work, or sent it to a friend. We were devastated when she 'retired' from her daily comic strip a few years ago but she's back in the saddle with a new book that picks up where she left off. Fifty Things That Aren't My Fault by Cathy Guisewite is like reading her famous comic strip in narrative style—fifty…

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Can baby boomers literally outgrow jeans?

As if I weren't feeling insecure enough already after a recent closet purge to get rid of things that didn't "fit and flatter", I foolishly went shopping for new jeans this week. The jeans and general closet purge preceded my recent big bra purge (by that I mean quantity not bra size, obviously). Embarrassed and frustrated with a closet full of jeans that no longer fit, tops that made me look pregnant and sweaters that only flattered my lumps and bumps, I trucked bags of cast-offs to charity bins and…

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Late Night is more than a chick flick

When I left the theatre after seeing Mindy Kaling's new movie Late Night, I was struck by how much I thought boomer gals would enjoy seeing it, especially since there are so few movies that appeal to us. Then, it occurred to me that men would equally benefit from the movie's message, although don't tell them that or they'll never accompany you. It reeks of 'chick, flick' but the message is universal and delivered through clever humour. At times it was a bit soppy, but given Kaling's excellent writing, it…

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Late Night is more than a chick flick
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“You’ve got mail” is now a ping, not a pleasure to be savoured

Call me old-fashioned but I love getting mail, the kind now referred to as snail mail. If a day goes by that I don't get a magazine or something personal in my mailbox, I can get downright cranky. Is it because my life is so utterly lacking in excitement that the mail is a big deal to me? Even my little dog jumps up and down spinning with excitement when I announce, "Let's go get the mail". She understands. Yesterday I was thrilled to find my mailbox stuffed with magazines,…

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“You’ve got mail” is now a ping, not a pleasure to be savoured
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