One lovely senior was scheduled to take a trip

She joined my talk for fifteen minutes and told me in advance that she was scheduled to take a trip.  She would leave at 11:30 and I was not to take it personally.

Well, I had to remind her when it was 11:40.  She got up and much to my surprise, she came back five minutes later.  “I’ll take the trip in a two weeks when they offer it again,” she said.  She stayed after my little talk was over to chat privately with me about what she was doing to stay relevant.

These senior citizens are national treasures!

I spent a fabulous hour with a group of readers at the Atria Roslyn Harbor

I came to talk and I learned from my audience.  There are some fabulous things going on at the Atria in Roslyn Harbor.  Thank you, Megan for inviting me.  I feel privileged to have met a group of feisty, alert, active, engaged people who are in their nineties – some even very close to 100.  They inspired me, as I hope I entertained them.  Summer camp for seniors with a lot of activities ranging from exercise-  including rowing teams, to talks, to trips, these people are staying relevant! I raise my glass to toast them:  To health,  to health, to health, to health, to health! (Judith Viorst)


I will be presenting my book discussion on aging – not a how-to – because I DO NOT KNOW how to!  Instead, we will explore the five most common concerns about aging and how we feel about them.  Using stories from my life and book, RAGING AGAINST AGING, and poems by Judith Viorst ( Too Young to be Seventy, Unexpectedly Eighty), Dr. Seuss (You’re Only Old Once), and Nora Ephron (I Feel Bad about my Neck), we will laugh as we do everything we can to stay relevant!!!!!!!  If you have a mom or dad there, please join us!


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