Growing Bolder Community

With a sheer look of panic on my face, I realized I was slipping off the bar stool. I frantically grabbed the seat while, at the same time, trying to free my 3-inch heels from the middle rung so I wouldn’t fall face forward and possibly break both my kneecaps. I also silently cussed myself for wearing the dress I did – why did I have to wear the straight, slightly sexy, somewhat...

We’re coming up on the ONE-YEAR anniversary of our little faux pas at a hotel here in the A-Town that must remain nameless. We vowed not to go back until a year had passed. As a matter of fact, I offered to buy drinks for everyone on the patio if they would just come back one year to the day of this little incident. So, with your...

Yes, with every passing day, we are ourselves antiquing. Our patinas are ripening; our chair legs are wobbly; our paint is peeling and we can be found just about anywhere. With a little regular care, some nice oils, nails in the right places and a fresh coat, we baby boomers are now the cat’s meow. Everyone wants to sell us things. But, truth be told, a few would probably like to just...