Have we become a society of wimps?
The stigma of being called stupid can actually stick with someone for their whole life.
Is it possible for a woman to have a man-friend?
What if you were the king of the country and got to make all the rules?
Nothing like a few days of warm weather to bring on those thoughts of home.
Being on the road with my sons and daughter in law is always an event.
I will light a candle in memory of my parents this week.
By the time we reach our 70s, we have seen and enjoyed many Valentine's Day celebrations, from chocolates and flowers, to engagement rings, to bottles of sometimes stinky perfume. We have taken those special trips, as well as shared many romantic dinners.
Having been an apartment manager for many years, I understand the importance of keeping working smoke detectors in your home/apartment even more than most people.
A wise man once told me, "Everything is not always black and white. Sometimes you need to find a gray area."
Sometimes we just have to shake our head and move on.
As the anniversaries of my parents’ passing is approaching, it seems only fitting to share a story that continues to bring a smile to my face.
I am the first to admit that I may be what some consider electronically challenged.
I must admit, it is pretty difficult NOT to keep up with Kardashians
Word on the street is that we will be getting a raise in our social security. Woo-hoo.
Most of us have lived next to the neighbors from hell at least once in our life. It may have been while owning a home, and you knew that you were stuck. Or maybe while your were living in a apartment and they were upstairs!
When we are children, Halloween meant staying up later and eating too much candy. At my current age, it means hoping no one wants to trick or treat at a senior building.
Sister and I were just talking the other day about how much we have seen and lived through during our lifetime.
Some people actually seem to work harder after they leave the workforce. I am not one of those people.
When I listen to various politicians on the news, it strikes me as odd when they "do not recall" certain things that they may have said or done. I have to wonder about this memory thing.
We have all heard the old saying, "You are what you eat." Now that is a scary thought. How interesting would it be if we all actually did look like the food we ate?
In just a few short months I will be joining the 70s club. I call it a club because most of the family and friends I hang out with have already passed their 70th birthday.
Can someone explain to me how killing animals for sport is something to be proud of?
How is it that we can hear a song from 50 or more years ago and still be taken back to that specific time in our life? Perhaps it is your first boyfriend/girlfriend, first dance, first kiss and so on. Not only does it bring back those old memories, but we can still remember the lyrics to those songs.
So, what is it that pushes your buttons?