By Roz Warren

Joan Price is a cheerleader for everything fun and erotic for those of us who are getting a little long in the tooth. She’s amassed a wealth of nuts-and-bolts information about what does and doesn’t work when it comes to senior shenanigans, and she’s eager to share it.

By Roz Warren

A cane sometimes comes in handy. I’ve been using mine to point and gesture. And to close any door or drawer I can’t quite reach. I wave it about for emphasis when I have a point to make, or pretend to thwack anyone who makes a point I disagree with. This week, I’m not just another smart-ass. I’m a smart-ass with a prop.

I’d be up for sitting in the front at meetings, if I can juggle and make sarcastic remarks. And can I gossip about people as long as I correctly remember their names?

First, a door opened and a ghostly hand plunked a glass of water on the table. I kept on reading my story into the microphone. Then the door behind me opened. Kevin the audio engineer, a large man with a warm smile, entered. He sat down across the table. “Try it again,” he said.

By Roz Warren

If Samson had had a good therapist, he might have refrained from tormenting the Philistines. Or falling for Delilah, who, clearly, was a Very Bad Choice. And then where would the Jewish People be?

By Roz Warren

“Of course, when I got a job in the junior room at my local public library, I had to put a lid on my stress-relieving swearing. Eileen, dropping a heavy reference book on her sandal-clad foot, can exclaim only ‘Sugar!’ Deb, tripping over an extension cord and falling flat on her face, is allowed to shout ‘Dang!’ Even when a hotheaded patron begins shouting and swearing and calling me nasty names, I’m not allowed to return fire.”

By Roz Warren

It’s 1899 London, and the reader is a fly on the wall as aristocrats scheme, servants gossip, and the social climbers try to claw, cajole, charm, or threaten their way into the elite Dilberne dining room so they, too, can enjoy a dozen delicious courses with guests who include the Prince of Wales. This will satisfy your Crawley cravings!

At some point in the relationship, every man I’ve ever gone out with has looked at me sadly and concluded, “You aren’t very romantic, are you?”

Babysitting is so cool that I often wonder why more empty-nesters don’t try it as a second career.

News you can use: The optimal time of the day for you to shoot a moose, interview for a job, get a colonoscopy, tweet a friend, shop for a gerbil, brush your dog’s teeth . . .

“No one tells you how to be famous,” Marshall observes in My Mother Was Nuts, her new memoir. “And it confuses the shit out of you when it happens.”

Alex Witchel, who overcomes any number of obstacles to grow up sane and stable, enjoys both a terrific career as a journalist and a great marriage (to author Frank Rich). But when her mother, Barbara, begins losing her mind, her daughter goes through the hell of watching her mother’s personality evaporate.

How to keep your spirits up when you’re dealing with the public? Play Customer Appreciation! It’s simple. Assign a point value to each annoying thing that happens during a typical workday. When something takes place that stresses you out, you don’t scream, quit, or deck the offending customer. You earn valuable points!

For 12 years, since our first Divorced Persons’ Thanksgiving, Mark and I have spent almost every Thanksgiving together. We continue to enjoy a quiet meal, followed by an afternoon relaxing by the fire. And emptying the library book drop has become as much a part of Thanksgiving as pumpkin pie.

What does it mean to die well? Can the way we practice medicine be improved so that more of us are spared the worst parts of what Terence Foley went through?