Washington lawmakers waste time and energy instead of working for me

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To quote American Humorist Will Rogers, “This country has come to feel the same when Congress is in session as when the baby gets hold of a hammer.”

Medicaid not meant to shoulder burden of care

The extent to which families rely on Medicaid to pay for long-term care means the program’s money is being stretched way too thin.

A moment of perfect harmony

I remember one moment when the world, at least my little world, rested in perfect harmony. This wasn’t my only such moment, but the...

Trips down memory lane inspire longing

The idea that we could get two, first-run flicks for 50 cents was an economical way for our parents to get rid of us for an afternoon, not to mention allowing us kids to escape into a fantasy-filled experience of faraway places.

Internet sensation shows true love despite adversity

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Social media meets flashcards is what I thought while half-heartedly watching NBC news coverage of a photo that had gone viral on the Internet.

Happy and content at the half-century mark

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It was on one of those glorious warm May days that I decided to play hooky from work and hit the beach with two friends, who were also MIA from their daily responsibilities.

Facebook posters nasty to oldsters

I am a Facebook user. Mostly I post for this publication’s page. Occasionally I share a photo or two of my cats or peruse the pages of high school classmates and long lost friends. Facebook appeals to my nosey nature.

AARP head a very capable leader

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With the economy still in the skids, affecting programs and services for aging Americans nationwide, it is comforting to know there are advocates in the trenches fighting the good fight.

Slump, buckle, and grunt

By Janice Lindsay, Contributing Writer August is the season for slump, buckle, and grunt. And for crumble, roly poly, flummery, fool, duff, puff, fluff, strum,...

When a house is more of a home, downsizing is bittersweet

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As I pack up our home of more than 17 years, I gaze out my front window at the weeping cherry that my husband, David, bought me for the first wedding anniversary that we spent in our home. It was so tiny then, fragile, yet elegant.