The question for this newly widowed, newly octogenarian, newly single woman is what’s next? Or as Miss Peggy Lee so artfully asks, “Is that all there is?”
Rumors of my being captured by pirates, spirited away to the stratosphere by aliens, or worse, are greatly exaggerated. It’s true that I’ve been buried, not by six feet of soil, but by bushels of fabulous French food!
International travel is great for seniors, and so is Medicare. Unfortunately, the two don’t mix.
Susan’s guidance helped us travel worry-free for almost five years.
We were off to a long-awaited cruise around the tip of South America, but I was harboring a secret that even my darling Tim couldn’t guess.
I loved my stolen afternoon at Filoli for many reasons, but this time, in addition to lifting my heart and spirits with the beauty that always awaits me there, visiting alone gave me a great opportunity to renew my acquaintance with myself.
“Everything was just perfect once we finally adjusted to the barking dog down the street!” “You really don’t need air conditioning in July in Florence,” and other myths revealed.
After an evening of furious computer pounding, sighs and whispered expletives, my husband gleefully announced […]