What is the longest word? What is the shortest word? We have the answers to these questions as well as life's other burning questions.
The summer I turned 16 I got a job working as a mother's helper in a sleep-away camp upstate New York. I somehow convinced the parents to get the camp to hire my boyfriend as a counselor. I was very much in love at 16 and spent all my time with him. He was a bit possessive but I told myself, 'That's cause he loves me so much.' He was captain of the football team, I was a cheerleader, it was perfect.
Aging in place has become an important part of aging in America. Whether due to the struggling economy, comfort or deeper personal reasons, people simply do not want to spend their later years in nursing homes or assisted living facilities; they prefer to grow old in their own homes, usually with the help of their grown children.
Here's something strange: Before I leave the cashier line, I glance behind me. No one is ever there. It's always an empty lane -- as if I were the last customer in the store. I can't figure it out.
My father (may he rest in peace), at 89, taught himself to use a computer. But then again, he was always handy and could build a radio or a car engine from scratch, and isn't technology the modern-day equivalent of those kinds of skills?
Who cares for the sandwich generation? In many cases, no one cares for this group of caregivers, who usually has the added burden of working a full-time job. Additionally, this group often has to juggle an unexpected hospitalization of their loved one with their career obligations.
For many decades, medicine, like so many other aspects of American life, was concerned with treatment on a mass scale. In the second half of the 20th century, healthcare became less of a calling and more of a business.
In part one of our follow-up series on thalidomide, we focus on the pseudo "clinical trials" and gross negligence of Richardson-Merrell, which distributed thalidomide to 1,267 U.S. physicians.
Not craving grandbabies is a realization I've come to over time. For many years, I'd been playing a bit of a charade with friends and family.
I was listening to an interview with author Paul Taylor yesterday. In his book, The Next America, he makes a case that the U.S. is in the throes of a ...
Wouldn't life be great if we could choose the friends in our social circles by their occupations and how useful they would be to us?
As another summer heads to the airport, my thoughts head back to 1982, when I was a secretary in the Artist & Repertoire (A&R) Department at CBS Records and the song "Goodbye to You" first aired on the radio.