Writer Phyllis Berger takes on her soul searching journey of what to do about her neck.
I’ve been blackballed from the Thin Club, but it really isn’t as tragic an ending as it sounds.
To Be Or Not To Be…a Grandma
Turns out, golf is the Coachella for people over 50.
My brain knew I could let go but my heart was slow to catch on.
Now that I’m in my 60s, there are basically two choices:
aches and pains or death.
What if a marriage contract came up for renewal?
The double whammy about being embarrassed about my age is that I’m embarrassed that I’m embarrassed.
I thought the idea of “married but online dating” might spice things up.