A writer, blogger, mother, medical interpreter, bookaholic, grandmother, shower singer, translator, tea-aholic and an aspiring songwriter. Still writing her novel and wants to write at least one good song.
We all think we have problems. But are they problem problems–or are they First World Problems? I’m singing the First World Blues. A company that
The goal of every self-respecting Boomer is to live forever, physically fit and sexually active, taking up space on the planet, no matter how many Millennials are currently
This should be the beginning of a meet cute, a rom-com, the story of a single female boomer, three surgeons, and my Temporary Disability
Oh for the good old days, when holidays preparations and marital status were my only worries and celebrating Passover didn’t involve a real plague.
The news feed for catastrophe changes hourly. Behind the front lines conjures images of Ukraine. Thank {feel free to insert your favorite deity} that Putin
Hot weather while social distancing temporarily distracted me from the search for the significant other. It’s an unromantic double whammy-pandemic plus global warming. For boomers like me who haven’t
It happened to me when I took my son, then fourteen, to Neil Young’s Bridge School Benefit Concert. Searching for garlic fries, I suddenly stumbled on
Naked bodies soaking in hot tubs under the California sun. Consciousness-raising (with and without hallucinogens), self-awareness at any price)—Esalen in the 1960s. Fritz Perls, founder