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

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

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