Life doesn't work like the deli counter. We don't all go out in the same order we came in. I am 63, four years older than my mother was when she died. Unlike my mother, I am not overweight, diabetic, nor do I share her aversion to doctors. She made her choices and I made mine -- in no small part in response to hers. In the scorecard of life, so far I'm ahead. I prefer to fight the aging process -- which, I'd like to point out, has nothing to do with dressing like a 20-something or running for Botox every time I spot a wrinkle. Continue reading...
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