Our mothers were the "baby whisperers." But times have changed (I'm told), and my daughter was not interested in the wise counsel I proffered after the birth of her first baby. I was crushed until I realized she wasn't rejecting me, only my "suggestions;" I could still be a loving Grannie.
Isn’t it a little late? Or not? I remember 35 myself — and the feeling I was finally old enough to know better and still young enough to enjoy it and thinking that was, perhaps, the definition of “Grown Up.”
Midst the many Christmas messages this year (achievements, grandchildren, retirement, travel) came several with sobering news of old friends’ untimely deaths. They’ve left me feeling diminished and particularly vulnerable.
Academia is trying its hand at the study of successful aging from at least two different angles: the emotional and financial well-being of the aging cohort on the one hand — and the care taking market they represent on the other.
It’s actually easy to sign up for Medicare Parts A and B. And with appropriate guidance, much of which is also on the medicare.gov website, one can effect the necessary supplemental insurance programs, too. Yay! I did it!
Have you read about the grandmothers who spend hundreds of thousands of dollars professionally redecorating their homes with nurseries and playrooms for visiting grandchildren? When did it stop being sufficient to borrow a Pack ’n Play?
Have we lost the battle to sustain a successful democracy before any meaningful debate -- about the economy, gun control, immigration, climate change, the cost of medical care, drones, or whatever -- even begins?
The self-proclaimed opposition is not even coming to the table anymore; instead it is subverting the process with insidious campaigns designed to destroy rather than debate any ideal or objective with which it disagrees.