The GAME is on! Once I passed ninety, I began to hear many compliments from friends, relatives, and medical providers about how well I was aging. I am surprised and, at the same time, flattered, wondering if these folks are telling me the truth or sweet talk. Please don't misunderstand…

Is it true that “Nothing good will happen anymore?” This statement is a value judgment based on an opinion about what counts as “good” or “bad.” It’s a contrast from a thought based on facts. Since I recently celebrated my 91st birthday, I wondered if this was my future. I…

An uprising is taking shape. HIM has just taken over the country. Well, not quite the nation as a whole. There are two tiny islands that everyone forgets, which have not voted to comply with the new regime and don't plan to do so. They are located somewhere off the…

A spoof on the original Latin phrase used by the U.S., but this time, with the ratification of the entire nation. It’s the dawn of the year 2079 when his dictatorship is actualized. …

Words said out loud have the power to soothe, sanctify, or sting. The difference between what we say and our listeners hear can be broad. For example, we might ask our teenage daughter if she would like to go to a weight loss center. But she hears, “Mama thinks I’m…

Can creating a legacy make you happier? At some point in life, it's a good idea to take stock of the good and bad things you've done, and it doesn't have to be at your final hour. The sooner you do this, the better. …

More information results when you frame a question carefully. How often have you asked a question that could be answered by a "yes" or a "no" and found no space for the next question? The answer leaves you at a dead end. Whose at fault here? Is it the respondent…

How writing blogs adds to my everyday pleasure. The arrival of Covid and isolation, one causing the other, actually added to the nature of my existence. It's hard to believe that something good came out of these scary events — but that's how it worked for me. I'm a delayed…

I discovered an escape route from being at home. Kids love sleepovers. I did too. I remember how it used to be. All I needed was my toothbrush and an invitation, and I was an overnight guest at a friend's house. Of course, both parents' approval was required as well…