While I’m standing at the lunch counter at the retirement center, a woman whom I’ve known for several years greeted me with surprise. Had I grown and inch or two she wondered. By her recollection, she’d always been taller than I. She was right, of course. But age had don
I have a confession. Since I joined the retirement center, I’ve gained 6 lbs. My doctor didn’t seem alarmed. “A little extra weight as a person gets older is good,” she shrugged. Easy for her to say. She doesn’t have to fit into my jeans. Some extra pounds might be t