When I was going to meet someone new in our senior community, I started to describe myself, so she’d know who to look for. “I’m average height, with gray hair, and I wear glasses.” Then it hit me—that description fits about 90% of the women here. In my previous senior community, the average age was closer to 55–65, and most women still colored their hair. Here, the average age is…well, a bit higher, and at any gathering you’re greeted by a sea of gray. Like a meeting of the R

A humorous take on a Stanford study claiming we age in sudden bursts—not gradually—through the lens of one woman’s very real (and funny) experience with getting older.

Smartwatches calling EMTs, dishwashers that won’t start— a funny take on when “smart” technology makes everyday life a little more complicated.

A humorous take on junk mail, giant catalogs, and letters for the deceased that somehow follow you into retirement and life in a CCRC.

A lighthearted look at aging, doctor visits, bedside manner, and how choosing the right doctor becomes part of life and social conversations as we grow older.

After learning tea bags may contain microplastics, one senior blogger spirals into comic panic—then decides joy matters more than plastic particles.

A humorous look at the myth that older adults need less sleep—and what really keeps us awake at 3 a.m., from nocturia to noisy nights.

Learning new words as a senior sometimes happens in the most unexpected places—like discovering that your car has something called puddle lights  after 63 years of driving. When backing out of our carport, I smashed the car mirror into the post. The mirror dangled from the casing by a wire. I was able to snap it back into place, and it seemed to work just fine. But upon closer inspection, Hubby announced that I had broken the puddle light . Puddle light? I’ve been driving for

If you’re a senior, chances are you’ve already spent time in a hospital—or you will—and packing for a hospital stay turns out to be nothing like packing for a vacation. A humorous look at what to take.

Candles are banned, but tabletop firepits are still a thing. What could possibly go wrong? A humorous look at how the holidays change as we age—senior style.

Christmas Tree Decorating: A Sport for the Strong-Backed and Slightly Unhinged I decorated two Christmas trees this week. Two. At my age, that practically qualifies me for an Olympic event, a trip to the back doctor, or the psychiatrist. created by ChatGPT 12/7/25 On Wednesday, the building residents decorated the lobby/patio tree. You know the old saying, “ Too many cooks spoil the broth? ”  Well, too many decorators can turn a perfectly innocent tree into a group therapy se

Did I Ever Really Have Control? It seems I’ve lost control of my life, or if I’m honest, did I ever really  have control? When we were younger, we planned things out. Carefully. Methodically. If you’ve been following my blog, you know that I am a bit of a spreadsheet lady. A spreadsheet for choosing a new house.A four–page spreadsheet for holiday open houses.A spreadsheet for choosing a cat—just kidding. Our cats chose us. We were merely staff. Still, I’m nowhere near Ernest

Discover gratitude in daily chores and aging challenges. Embrace gratitude as it transforms life's creaks into appreciation and joy.

Even when your body disagrees, you can choose to be happy. if you pay attention to the better things - butterflies, birds, and bright days.

It all started on a Friday, Oct 24. It felt like Friday the 13th. Because we’d installed custom shelving in five of our closets, the plan was simple: unpack those closets, move the shelves to the new apartment, and take it from there. That was the plan. Once the movers arrived, though, they decided to be extra efficient—and started packing everything. The fellow handling the living and dining rooms was quite thoughtful. When he saw our cabinet of wine glasses, he asked if we’

Planning for the end isn’t easy—or tidy. From wills to Facebook ghosts, here’s a humorous look at life’s loose ends and digital afterlife.

On my way to the grocery store last night, a rainbow stretched across the sky. Without thinking, I started humming, “ I can see clearly now, the rain is gone .”  It felt like the universe had cued the rainbow just for me. Rainbows are like that—quiet little reminders that storms do pass, and something beautiful can follow. Life at any age hands us cloudy days, but there’s always a rainbow hiding somewhere. It had been a bad day. I just resigned from an organization I had pour

Trying to meet daily water intake goals? Here’s a humorous look at staying hydrated, the 8 glasses a day myth, and why I feel like I’m sloshing

Physical therapy exercises can feel like pure torture. Here’s a humorous look at boring rehab routines, including the hated bridges, and possible ways to make it more tolerable.

A humorous look at the quirks and hassles of filling out endless medical forms and how they impact our lives.