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The Mountains and Molehills of Dating

Posted on 11/8/2011 by | AARP Blog Author | Comments

RelationshipsDo opposites really attract?   This was the question Segunda and I found ourselves mulling over as we considered another round of the Dating Game. There was one contestant, let’s call him the German “Mr. Clean,” that I had yet to call back for a second date. Why the hesitation? He definitely stood out as a perfect gentleman and his rugged Bruce Willis looks were sure a draw. Plus, as a triathlete, he approached life with the same sense of …

And We’re Live!

Posted on 10/28/2011 by | AARP Blog Author | Comments

Your LifeJust as Segunda’s and my own health and finances seemed to be in tip-top shape, as if on cue, our work lives demanded attention. Maybe this is the way life will always unfold for those of us trying to live our second youth better than our first. For me, it meant taking my newfound energy and redoubling efforts to connect with you, our readers, in as many multimedia platforms as possible. Unlike our daughters who can’t remember a world before …

Small pleasures, big debts

Posted on 10/21/2011 by | AARP Blog Author | Comments

Your LifeMorning coffee with relationship guru Dante, lunch at the corner bistro with Yogi Bean, facials with daughter Angelita, organic chicken with Lady Piola — these small pleasures in Segunda’s life have led to a large monthly credit card bill. Last week, Segunda and I realized the price we had to pay for our whirlwind travels, but this week we examine our monthly expenses at home. Just like when we enlisted a trainer to help us get into shape, we’ve decide …

Juggling Life and Change

Posted on 05/11/2011 by | AARP Blog Author | Comments

Your LifeSegunda, daughter Angelita, and Argentine poodle Lady Piola have landed in their new digs, the pages of AARP.ORG/VIVA—and they like what they see. Whew, that was some drop for Segunda, Angelita, and Lady Piola! Angelita realized—too late because she was reluctant to jump and Segunda had to push her beyond her comfort zone—that she forgot to pack her own parachute. Perhaps in a case of art imitating life, my own daughter dove out of a plane a couple of weeks …