Family

Do you ever stop and think what make a good marriage good? I don’t think about it often, especially as I have been married for what seems like forever. (I got married when I was 21, with little enthusiasm from my parents – who could blame them? – and yet here we are 62 years […]

One morning back when I was in my mid-50s, I realized two things… the first was that I had no good female friends. I mean, I had acquaintances. People who would be happy to jump in and help if I needed it. But no one I could call and chat with about my feelings…

When I first started my Health and Financial Wellness (HFW) for Women group here in Phoenix about nine years ago, I asked the initial gathering of women which topics they would most want to learn more about. Most of the women attending were in their 60s and many were retired…

It all happened so quickly, where did the years go? But here we are, the first few years into retirement already. So much to be thankful for. Anyway, it’s the road ahead that matters. And so, setting out to look at some of the ways we go about making…

It begins with a small request: an address, an article, a product lost in the vastness of the Internet. You find it, send it, and think nothing more of it. Days later, she asks for the same thing again. A playful memory-jog of your earlier reply is met with surprise, perhaps a dismissive…

The years over 60 can be a pretty amazing time of life. Sure, your skin might not be as taught, there may be a few more creaky joints, and pulling all-nighters for any reason is firmly in the rear view. But you’ve replaced what you’ve given up in collagen and flexibility…

My first experience with death and mourning occurred with the untimely death of my late husband, Michael. Losing my soul mate was debilitating. I can best describe myself as shattered and shocked…

Some friendships are meant to last a lifetime. Others arrive for a reason or a season. But after 60, we often find ourselves longing for deeper connections and friendships that truly spark joy – the kind that feel nourishing, energizing, and reciprocal…

There’s a certain kind of silence that falls over the house when your kids are grown. No more soccer practice. No more school pickups. No more late-night snack runs. But there’s often something else that lingers in that silence: guilt. For many moms, especially those…

In honor of my father, who died in 2020 at the age of 93, I’m opening a conversation about men and boys. My father was typical of his time, showing love for our family by working hard and providing for us. He often did not have much time for his children. We became…