Growing Bolder Community

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...

This summer, my husband and I took a long-awaited trip to Maine. My family owns a beautiful piece of property in Tenant's Harbor, just north of Portland. I was actually born in Bangor - we moved when I was just a baby. We spent every summer up at "the big house" when I was a kid. But after I graduated from high school and moved on to college and then the real world, the trips to Maine stopped....

Over the course of my work with the Elderhostel Institute Network, I have “met,” usually through email, many interesting folks, and I’ve let them all know about my new book. One of them, Joan Fitting Scott, got back to me, offered congratulations, and we began an email correspondence about writing and marketing our own books. She has just written “Skinning the Cat: A Baby Boomer’s...

Until this very morning, SalGal’s right hand resembled the Komodo Dragon’s mangled, bent, misshapen claw. Her ring finger and pinkie on the right hand were permanently bent at the middle knuckle in a way that made you think she was striking a ‘pose’ as if she were trying out for a hand lotion commercial at Jurassic Park. Would that her 58-year-old hands were ever considered for such a...