Lately, I have been carrying a small cross-body bag inside my cavernous tote bag. 'Why two purses?' my stalwart husband asked when he caught me doubling up. 'You're not becoming a bag lady on me, are you?' No, I'm not becoming a bag lady. But I am transitioning.
Old people have sex. They have it in many places; they even have it in nursing homes. They have heterosexual sex, same-sex sex, sex with multiple partners, and sex with themselves. But for some reason, the very fact that older people have sex makes younger people uncomfortable.
For me, the early-bird specials that I shared weekly on Sundays with my aunts were an edible symbol of what growing old looked like. Sure you would save a few dollars by eating off-hours, but wasn't there something else being lost?
I just unfriended someone on Facebook who, in looking to hire an intern, specified that applicants needed to be 'young' and 'good with websites.' The poster also said the job could lead to 'indefinate' employment.
The old-age dependency ratio we rely on has a big, glaring weakness: It assumes that at age 65 everyone will become an 'old-age dependent' -- meaning retire and leave the workforce. And the reality is, that isn't the case now and certainly won't be true in the future.
My Facebook feed is filled with photos of smiling college graduates. If you want to share some real advice with the graduates in your life, try these tidbits. Here's what nobody told me at my graduation 40 years ago that I wished they had.
I am 65, and for the past four years, HuffPost's office in Los Angeles has been my work home. I am the oldest soul in the building, something I've grown used to. I happen to like my officemates -- and believe that that affection is reciprocated. But without a doubt, being the oldest comes with distinctions -- and life lessons.
Now that I am a Mom -- an older Mom at that -- there are some things I need to tell my kids (now 17 and 14) this Mother's Day.
As people rise in years, so rises the likelihood that they will be prescribed a pill for what ails them. It's the end results that are so disturbing.
An Iowa jury on Wednesday found 78-year-old Henry Rayhons not guilty of charges that he sexually abused his wife by having sex with her in a nursing home after the staff told him her Alzheimer's rendered her cognitively unable to give consent.
For years, I have stared down anyone who dared suggest that I was too old to parent. My husband and I went into adoption with our eyes wide open. The German woman, though? Yeah, she gives me pause. Never being too old to love a child isn't the same as never being too old to parent one.
Spring break of a high schooler's junior year marks the official starting gate of the college application season. Up until this point, your student may have toured a few colleges near home -- and rejected them all based on that fact -- but spring break is when thousands of families hit the road.
What has happened to Woodstock? Has it been obliterated from our collective memories? The three-day gathering of half a million flower children was a watershed moment for a generation, heck for the country itself. But do younger people even know about it?
I am apparently guilty of one of the last social offenses against humanity: I am aging while female. I plead guilty. I am 65 and a few months ago had that day that everyone eventually has -- the one when you look in the mirror and see a stranger, a stranger who looks much older than you feel.
I write about aging, work in an office where I am the oldest woman, and have been married to the same man for what feels like centuries. I understand that at a certain point in life, we morph into mentors to those who are younger. That said, here are five questions I really can't answer.
When your spouse no longer knows who you are, should you still be held to wedding vows of 'til death do us part?' Or does death sometimes come in stages, draining away the person you married drop by precious drop?