As those of us over 50 were building our careers and maintaining our employment, we knew how to dress the part. Whether suit and tie, apron and toque, overalls or coveralls, our clothes were part of a uniform, whether we thought of them that way or not. Sometimes our workplace apparel was emblazoned with our employer’s name, or our own.…
By now you have heard—probably not for the first time—about the staggering percentage of adults age 50 and older who haven’t saved enough (or anything at all) for retirement. For most of those non-savers, that means that they’ll be working well past 65, just to make ends meet. If you’re part of a couple, you at least have the possibility…
Scams are supposed to be something that happen to other people. Right? We read about them, know people who know people who have been scammed, and heartily disapprove. Then scamming calls us at home. On Wednesday, my wife was in a traffic accident. The airbag deployed. She is fine, although a bit bruised and sore. It wasn’t her fault. The…
I was struck by a recent New York Times article describing how chefs and cookbook authors are now designing dishes for an older clientele—the aging Boomer with a sophisticated palate and no patience for reconstituted mashed potatoes, or any other kind of institutional gruel. For residents in senior communities, assisted-living facilities or plain-jane nursing homes, mealtime often takes on exaggerated…
A few months ago, I had my first personal encounter with kidney stones. No, not the kind you pass with pain. These were two boulders that had been growing in the dark for years, too big to go anywhere. Without getting into gory details, the solution was for a urologist to snake a catheter up through my nether regions and then…
All grandparents leave a legacy to their grandchildren, whether they intend to or not. It may be an inheritance, an heirloom or a box full of old letters and curling snapshots. It may be a legacy of presence or absence, predictably silly jokes or yearly fishing expeditions. Or it may be a legacy of being loved as babies and avoided…