Do people in independent living still cook? During a recent class, the facilitator remarked that nobody in our retirement community cooks anymore. Discover why many seniors continue cooking for tradition, favorite recipes, and the memories that every meal brings. Or just because they like their own cooking and enjoy cooking

As we grow older, loss becomes an unavoidable part of life. Friends, health, cherished possessions, and beloved pets all leave empty places behind. While we can't erase those losses, we can choose how we fill those spaces—with beauty, friendship, music, nature, and moments of joy.

How do we balance acceptance with the fight to live our best life? Explore how Taoism, Dylan Thomas, and the Serenity Prayer help us navigate aging.

Why does one grocery bag weigh 25 pounds while the others are nearly empty? A humorous look at grocery store pet peeves and reusable bags.

The nephrologist gave me diet advice: “Don’t eat anything white.” (1) From peaceandnutrition.com I bristled. The advice felt less like medical guidance and more like a bumper sticker. He gave me this catchy little motto without any explanation of what it was supposed to accomplish or why it applied to me specifically. I've heard this adage before. It’s meant as a quick-and-easy guide to help people reduce sugar and refined carbohydrates. Fine. I get that. But the thing is —

A humorous and thoughtful reflection on retirement, disappearing afternoons, technology frustrations, robot mops, and how the texture of time changes as we get older.

Eight hours of sleep. No pain. No peeing. Is that too much to ask? A funny look at senior insomnia, sleep aids, and why the perfect sleep pill still doesn’t exist.

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

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.