_ Healthy Diet & Nutrition Healthy recipes Have a Healthy Grilling Season By article WeΓÇÖre well on our way to summer ΓÇô and the great American tradition of barbecuing. But donΓÇÖt spoil the party … Read More→
Kitchen Gadget Heave-ho! By blog LetΓÇÖs face it, most Baby Boomers are at a stage when they have to scale down. Maybe you are going […]
Aging Well HowΓÇÖs Your Health? Daily Habits vs. Genetics By article I was having lunch at a restaurant and I overheard some older folks talking about their health. The conversation was … Read More→
The Learner's Permit By blog My stepson just got his Learner's Permit. I usually let my husband ride shotgun as much as possible, but every […]
TV Marathon By blog Now that there are fewer and fewer hours of sunlight in a day, it is time to finally catch up […]
One Ringy Dingy By blog My husband dumped his cell phone in the ocean last week while kayaking. Actually he was taking a photo of […]
Not My Circus, Not My Monkeys By blog This is the ninth blog in a series. To read the earlier entries, click here: Archive: The ThirdAge Romance Saga of Sally Franz. I just heard this phrase: ΓÇ£Not My Circus, Not my MonkeysΓÇ¥. It is purportedly translated from an old Polish saying. And it has become so popular you can buy T-shirts with the saying plastered across the front. I wish I could buy one for every stepparent alive.
The End of Full-Body Scanners at Airports? By article Standing in a full-body scanner at an airport isn't fun, and the process adds time and stress to a journey. It also raises privacy concerns. Researchers now report in The Journal of Physical Chemistry Letters a more precise and direct method for using that "terahertz" (THz) technology to detect explosives from greater distances. The advance could ultimately lead to detectors that survey a wider area of an airport without the need for full-body scanners. A release from the American Chemical Soceity, which publishes the journal, notes that R.
_ Have You Become Your Mother? By Sondra Forsyth article When my mother had been widowed about three years, we took her on a tour of a community for active seniors near where we lived in New York. She was visiting from her home in Michigan and our plan was to get her to move. From our point of view, she was rattling around all alone in a three-bedroom house and she rarely got a chance to see the grandchildren. We thought she'd jump at the opportunity to sell her property and not only settle into a place where she could socialize with people her own age but also be a short drive from her family.