OPINION: Don’t Call Me ‘Young Lady’

The strapping blond’s smile glinted as he handed me my boarding pass and luggage sticker. “There you go, young lady!” I gritted my teeth. Paused, holding the tip. “Look,” I said, “that doesn’t apply.” His mouth opened, but I went on: “Wait, no, I know … Continue reading

10 Ways to Be a Rebel After 80

Because I have a tattoo dotting each bicep, and because I frequently flavor my dialogue with an epithet that starts with an “f” and ends in “k,” folks have labeled me a rebel (or another, more profane word).  And as a 4’9″, 80 1/2-year old woman with h… Continue reading