Women can’t catch a break in the sexual code department. When I was a girl in the early 60s the protocol was that it was up to us to control romantic encounters because teenage boys could not; their urge was so strong they couldn’t be expected to curb themselves, so we had... Read More →

    The room is not quite big enough for everyone who has come. In her reclining chair, the 95-year-old woman takes it all in, with smiles. Her hearing is spotty, her eyesight rather darkened, and her walker ever close to hand. But she is full of delight, for gathered around... Read More →