Just My Opinion

When the little calico cat showed up at my office doorstep more than 20 years ago, one look at those huge green eyes, with their dark, mascara-like rims, and that “prairie dog” stance and I was instantly won over.

Whom do I trust? If you really want to know, I trust my friends, otherwise they wouldn’t be my friends. I trust most family members; the ones I don’t I keep at arm’s length. Finally, if you want to know if I trust my government, the answer is more complicated.

Friendship is the first word that comes to mind as I reflect on the last decade. When I ushered in the millennium at Walt Disney World, the big Y2K scare wasn’t a concern for me. Rather, I was enjoying the moment, surrounded by dear friends.

By Bill Levine, Contributing Writer REGION - My childhood friend’s 70th birthday party was basically a boys’ night out at his house. Our octet of...

On long summer days at Revere Beach, all of us kids knew that once the Scrabble board came out, we had to make ourselves scarce — to intrude with requests for snacks or tattle-telling would be met with severe reproach.

We arrived in Juneau on the second day of the cruise. Standing on deck as we pulled into port, we spotted a large American eagle perched on the ship’s gangplank. We weren’t in the “lower 48” anymore. We had arrived in a part of the country where even the best superlatives are inadequate.

If you take the politics out of the recently passed health care law, there’s a lot for older Americans to like.

The “generation gap” was a term popularized in the ’60s to describe the divide between Baby Boomers and their parents. We Boomers were rebels, politically and socially, much to the chagrin of our parents’ generation.

By Janice Lindsay, Contributing Writer In a recent conversation with acquaintances, the subject of collecting things arose. Someone suggested that the urge to create collections...

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.