"Home Town" calms me like a glass of hot milk before bed and reminds me of better times when political rancor and greed didn't dominate our

The prospect of my husband cutting my hair during this pandemic is downright frightening.

It arrived amidst all the junk mail--the catalogs I never ordered, postcards from AARP, announcements about new senior communities in my...

10 Steps to Save Your Sanity in 2020

Maybe as a two-year-old, I drove my parents crazy and set a record for the number of times I asserted my independence and screamed "No!" ...

I walked into the dressing room at TJMax yesterday afternoon in search of one or two new sweaters to replace several in my closet that...

Yep, talking about boobs and annual mammograms. Today was this year's screening. I've had two scares: one about 25 years ago when we...

An expert on skin care I am not. Like most older women, I've tried a smorgasbord of products over the years. Expensive moisturizers,...

Yep. That's right: we get to bitch and moan about our aches and pains, our bodies--even our partners. We have 60 seconds. Then time is...

I started my blog, seventynme.com when I was . . . well, seventy. And here it is eight years later, and I'm still at it. I also host...

I used to relish what I interpreted as a compliment when someone looked at my driver's license and said, "No, way!  You don't look your...