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The prevalent attitude about people like me, who are over 50, is that “You can’t teach an old dog new tricks.” Whoever came up with that ageist quip wasn’t a day over 30.  As I approach my 60^th decade, I find myself making almost daily changes to accommodate my aging body. I’m way beyond sit, shake and rollover.

As any boomer will tell you, the first symptom of aging is that your arms shrink. Suddenly they’re just a little too short to allow you to decipher the text on your…

My boomer and Gen Y friends are obsessed with food. They live and breathe gourmet restaurants and celebrity chefs. To them gastronomical creations are “to die for!”

They avoid the drive-thru, realizing that fried food, mega does of salt, and super-sized meals do not lead to stellar yearly checkups. They also wouldn’t be caught dead in TYI Fridays or The Cheesecake Factory. Nutritionally speaking, that’s a good thing.   A whoping 96 percent of the entrees served at those eateries…

I was born a “Type A,” so I’m only truly comfortable when I’m climbing Mt. Everest. As soon as I reach the summit, I feel compelled to ascend a higher peak. My legendary discipline gets me into the gym every day and allows me to waive away even the most scrumptious dessert. I’m the rare student who’s never ever pulled an all-nighter. What for? I always have plenty of time to prepare and am chomping at the bit to take the test. While many admire my…

Imagine you married your soulmate and raised three children together. Then your husband, at age 65, suffers a massive stroke, can no longer speak and becomes incontinent and cognitively impaired. Emotional support is a one-way street and intimacy is nonexistent. You devote all your time to meeting his needs and juggling financial worries as medical expenses exhaust the family assets. Your only outing is a monthly caregiver support meeting. The stroke has imprisoned you in the unsolicited…