The day was dreary, but the rain was needed. The quiet, cold rain slipped down the floor-to-ceiling windows of the Meadow Lakes...

Mary Rose McGill’s nose was almost touching the yellow legal pad on the table in front of her. The Retro pen Wiley had given her from The...

From Joy and the Girls   Aging, as all of you reading this know, is filled with loss. We lose our strength, our health in many different...