The great big medicine cabinet of my dreams has arrived — with its fifteen linear feet of shelving. Read more.
Barbara’s Riffs on Life
I’m Opting for a No-Bathtub House. Here’s Why
It was time to get real. I was 83 years old. Could my creaky knees get me into a bathtub? Could they get me out? I’m going to like my new, no-bathtub house. Read more.
Too Many Angry Diatribes. Not Enough Tact. Why?
On the air and in cyberspace: too many angry diatribes, not enough tact. Do we — you and I — really want to tone things down? Read more.
My Husband Was Bald — And Then He Wasn’t
With the covid shutdown, Jon stopped going to the hairdresser. Soon he wasn’t as bald as we thought he was. Read more.
My Days Are Numbered — And So Are My Minutes
My days are numbered, so I’ve decided to be miserly about how I spend what’s left of them. Read more.
I Was Young and Single for Way Too Long — Why?
I was young and single for way too long. Why? Could a book I spotted at an airport bookstore finally give me some answers? Read more.