Who’s old?

I’ve always said I couldn’t possibly be a senior because I was never middle-aged. Middle-age was always at least ten years older than me. Well, that argument went out the… Read more »

Counting…

I can be a compulsive counter.  Not just to go to sleep where I’ve been known to count to one hundred in Spanish, but when walking.  Anywhere.  Anytime.  Just to… Read more »