"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's been a rough couple of weeks. But all is not doom and gloom.

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

How often have you heard someone say, "You're only as old as you feel?" Is there some truth to that philosophy?

Okay, so it's dreary. No sun. Good possibility of rain. BUT, I don't have to wear a coat or a jacket to venture outside. My garden,...

Hi. My name is Sheila. I’m 69 years old and I still care about how I look. I don’t think I’m alone on this. But if you pay attention...

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...

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...

When a friend and I were talking—I’m sure I was whining about my back or the flab on my arms or something my husband said the other...

Father’s Day has come and gone.  I took my husband out to dinner and bought the proverbial “You’re the best father in the world” card and...

Okay, she needs a walker to get around.  She fractured her spine as a 94-year-old lifting and carting moving boxes. Her beloved husband...