How does it feel if you beat someone who doesn't know you had the help of a computer to find your words -- words you don't even know the meaning of? How does that possibly feel good? Do you high-five yourself in the mirror after? Just you and your nasty little secret?

Shortly after his 60th birthday, my husband -- who is 15 years my senior -- took a buyout from his employer of 32 years to follow a life-long dream: H...

On my wedding night in a beautiful mountain lodge that we had rented out for the occasion, my then 80-something Aunt Sophie called the front desk at midnight and asked if Frederic, the 26-year-old French chef who had just fed us a sublime meal and spent much of the evening dancing with her, could please come to her cabin to remove the spider she had just found.

When I was single and in my 20s, I loved traveling alone. Traveling with friends required compromises I resented having to make: They wanted to sleep til noon while I rose with the sun raring to go; they preferred booking tours to eliminate any uncertainties while I liked using public transportation for self-guided exploration.

What we call older people is going to be a hot button going forward, and one we may want to be careful about pushing. And journalists are setting the scene right now.

I prefer to fight the aging process -- which, I'd like to point out, has nothing to do with dressing like a 20-something or running for Botox every time I spot a wrinkle.