By Lauren Midgley ~ Is it that we are so busy with life, that we forget to reach out to those who matter? But aren’t WE touched when someone reaches out to us to say, “I was thinking about you”? The relationships in our life do matter to us, and it’s up to us to
By Cindy Arledge ~ My parents were born during the depression. They enjoyed 55 years of marriage before passing away eight months apart. At the time, I was a senior business analyst with college age daughters. As the youngest sibling and the only daughter, my brothers elected me to clean out our parents’ house.
By Gail Clifford , MD, MMM, CPE, FACP, FHM ~ Winter can be dreary, but it’s the perfect time to pick up an activity you’ve long been meaning to do. Genealogy is the study or tracing of one’s family line from an ancestor. These “family lines” are commonly known as your “family tree.” Most of
Although many seniors want to stay in their own homes as they age, sometimes care needs prevent this from being a reality. Rather than moving into assisted living or a care home, however, the answer may be a multigenerational dwelling—adding on to an existing home to better accommodate a senior’s needs. More people are entering
By Sue Mintz ~ Last month, I participated in a fundraising walk to end an aggressive form of cancer. A very close friend of mine is a survivor; her tumor was discovered just in time. It was a crisp, sunny fall day. Joanne, a mutual friend of ours, and I were walking together. It
By Sue Mintz ~ Is your blinker on — or have you already taken the exit? Where and what the heck is Retirementhood? We travel through different “hoods” during our lifetime: Childhood, Tweenhood, Young Adulthood, Older Adulthood, Parenthood, Grandparenthood, and so on. Entering each “hood” takes us to a new phase in life, filled
By Mary Meier-Evans, The Curious Cowgirl Travel Blog ~ Hello, fellow Empty Nester! Happy Fall!!! How was your Summer? Mine? Thanks for asking! My husband and I had one graduate from college, and a second (the last of our four kids) graduate from high school. Happy tears. Sad tears. And now what? I’m not a psychologist.