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June is busting out all over, and it is time to celebrate the arrival of summer. In Canada here are some ideas to help you celebrate our country, Here are some quick tips for those of us who are olde…

June is busting out …

June is busting out all over, and it is time to celebrate the arrival of summer. In Canada here are some ideas to help you celebrate our country, Here are some quick tips for those of us who are older and are visiting new places: ·         Pace yourself, Many celebrations have daytime, low-mobility options. Look for “seniors’ seating” or “accessible viewing areas” online before you go. ·         Travel with a grandchild, Many events offer “intergenerational” tickets or activities. Let the younger one handle the walking; you handle the storytelling. ·   �…

 “A” is for “apple” and “B” is for “boat”,That used to be right, but now it won't float.“Age before beauty” is what we once said,But let's be a bit more realistic instead.Now here…

 “A” is for “…

 “A” is for “apple” and “B” is for “boat”,That used to be right, but now it won't float.“Age before beauty” is what we once said,But let's be a bit more realistic instead.Now here’s a New Alphabet for you to enjoy See how many letters your body parts employ!A is for Arthritis;B's for a bad back,C's for the chest pains, perhaps car-di-ac?D is for dental decay and decline,E is for eyesight, can't read that top line?F is for farting and fluid retention,G is for gut droop, which I'd rather not mention.H is for high blood pressure that used to be low;I  is for incisions wit…

Every now and then songs pop into my head. Some just the music, others the words. As I was thinking about what to write for the first day of June. The song, “June Is Bustin' Out All Over"  famous m…

Every now and then s…

Every now and then songs pop into my head. Some just the music, others the words. As I was thinking about what to write for the first day of June. The song, “June Is Bustin' Out All Over"  famous musical number from 1945 which celebrates the arrival of summer sprang to mind. The song was one that I listened as I grew up and became an adult. The song is full of hope and is very upbeat. Here are the lyrics:   March went out like a lion, A-whippin’ up the water in the bay. Then April cried And stepped aside, And along come pretty little May! May was full of promises, But she didn’t keep…

Seniors Week is almost here. A time to celebrate. A time to gather. A time to be appreciated.But let's be honest with one another. Celebration without action is just noise. And there's something we ne…

Seniors Week is almo…

Seniors Week is almost here. A time to celebrate. A time to gather. A time to be appreciated.But let's be honest with one another. Celebration without action is just noise. And there's something we need to talk about.Ageism.It's the most tolerated form of discrimination in Canada. We've all felt it. The eye roll when we take too long at the checkout. The assumption we don't understand Technology. The whispered "at her age" or the job application that mysteriously disappears after we share our birth year.Ageism steals more than dignity. It leads to neglect, financial insecurity, loss of self-es…

 At the edge of May, when spring is stretching into summer and the days seem to whisper, “Stay a little longer,” there’s a quiet shift happening in many lives. Not loud. Not dramatic. Just a ge…

 At the edge of May…

 At the edge of May, when spring is stretching into summer and the days seem to whisper, “Stay a little longer,” there’s a quiet shift happening in many lives. Not loud. Not dramatic. Just a gentle nudge that says, something new is waiting. For some, that “something new” has a name: Retirement. Now, let’s be honest about change. It’s a funny thing. We say we want it. We talk about it. We even plan for it. But when it finally shows up,  right there at the front door,  it can feel like an unexpected guest who arrived a little too early and stayed a little too long. And someti…

 There’s a moment that doesn’t get talked about enough. It’s the moment when a senior sits quietly, maybe at the kitchen table, maybe after a long night, and wonders, “Is this just Stress… …

 There’s a moment…

 There’s a moment that doesn’t get talked about enough. It’s the moment when a senior sits quietly, maybe at the kitchen table, maybe after a long night, and wonders, “Is this just stress… or is it something more?” Reaching for help in that moment can feel like the hardest step of all. Not because help isn’t there, but because asking for it takes courage. Let’s make that step a little easier. Below is a collection of trusted supports, organized clearly so you can find what you need, when you need it. Keep this close. Share it with a friend. You never know who might need it.…

 There’s a moment many seniors recognize, though they don’t always talk about it. It’s that quiet realization that something has shifted, not just in the body, but in the spirit. The days feel …

 There’s a moment…

 There’s a moment many seniors recognize, though they don’t always talk about it. It’s that quiet realization that something has shifted, not just in the body, but in the spirit. The days feel heavier. The spark that once made ordinary things enjoyable seems dimmer. For some, it comes suddenly. For others, it creeps in slowly, almost unnoticed. At the coffee table at any local Seniors Centre, these stories surface in bits and pieces. “I’m just tired all the time.” “I don’t enjoy things like I used to.” “I thought it was just part of getting older.” But here’s the tru…

 The coffee at the Wilson Centre seems to taste just a little better. Out behind the building, the community garden was beginning to stir, slowly at first, like the people who tended it. Mary arrive…

 The coffee at the …

 The coffee at the Wilson Centre seems to taste just a little better. Out behind the building, the community garden was beginning to stir, slowly at first, like the people who tended it. Mary arrived with her sunhat and a folding chair. “I’m not bending over all morning,” she announced. “I believe in resting crops.” Across the path, George was already talking to his tomato plants. “Now listen,” he said, wagging a finger gently, “I’m new at this, so you’ll have to be patient.” Mary smiled. “Don’t worry, George, they’ll ketchup.” A few plots over, Raj careful…

 If procrastination were a place, it would be crowded. Bills are stacked neatly in one corner, waiting for their turn. A dental appointment is sitting there, flipping through old magazines. A haircu…

 If procrastination…

 If procrastination were a place, it would be crowded. Bills are stacked neatly in one corner, waiting for their turn. A dental appointment is sitting there, flipping through old magazines. A haircut is leaning back confidently, enjoying its extended stay. Somewhere nearby, a hospital visit is pacing, unsure when it will be acknowledged. Three simple words, “I Love you”, are hovering quietly, waiting to be spoken. A doctor’s appointment is tapping its foot. And just outside, a car is making a faint squeaking sound, hoping someone will finally listen. Welcome to “tomorrow.” We’v…

It started as a small sound. Not loud. Not dramatic. Just a faint, polite little squeak every time I touched the brakes. The kind of sound that doesn’t demand attention, it suggests it. “Just a …

It started as a smal…

It started as a small sound. Not loud. Not dramatic. Just a faint, polite little squeak every time I touched the brakes. The kind of sound that doesn’t demand attention, it suggests it. “Just a warning,” I told myself. “I’ve got time.” And that’s the thing about warnings. They rarely shout at the beginning. They whisper. So, I carried on. Driving to the store, running errands, going about life as usual. The squeak became part of the background noise, like a familiar song you stop really hearing. Now and then, I’d notice it again and think, “I should get that checked.” …

 It usually starts small. A bit of back pain. A strange numbness that comes and goes. A quiet voice in your head saying, “You might want to get that checked.” And just as quickly, another voice…

 It usually starts …

 It usually starts small. A bit of back pain. A strange numbness that comes and goes. A quiet voice in your head saying, “You might want to get that checked.” And just as quickly, another voice answers, “It’s nothing. I’ll be fine.” If you grew up in my generation, that second voice is a familiar one. We were taught, directly or indirectly, to carry on. To push through. To not make a fuss. You didn’t run to the doctor for every ache or pain. You gave it time. You handled it. And to be fair, sometimes that approach works. A sore muscle eases. A stiff back loosens. The body h…

 There’s a quiet pattern many men of my generation carry, often without even noticing it. We show up. We fix things. We provide. We stay. And somewhere along the way, we convince ourselves that t…

 There’s a quiet …

 There’s a quiet pattern many men of my generation carry, often without even noticing it. We show up. We fix things. We provide. We stay. And somewhere along the way, we convince ourselves that this is enough, that love is understood, even if it’s not spoken. “I’ll say it another time,” we think. Tomorrow, maybe. On a special occasion. When the moment feels right. But here’s the truth, and it’s not a comfortable one: that moment we’re waiting for doesn’t always arrive the way we imagine it will. I’ve known men, good men, who have stood at the edge of loss, looking ba…