It's cold in Washington, D.C., literally and metaphorically. On Monday, one week after the frigid inauguration, it's 34 degrees at midmorning. But I have my puffy coat and beanie, and ...

On the infrequent occasions when I go to the cemetery to visit my folks, I'm grateful they're there. I tidy up their areas and wipe their grave markers clean and leave some flowers. Some of my ...

I was delighted recently to discover that three of my favorite authors, all from extremely different backgrounds and perspectives, have written three extremely different books on aging. Yet even with ...