Mom and Dad 1944 When we are young and just beginning to fly through life, we rarely think about health care, retirement, savings. My parents are children of the Great Depression; they never lived beyond their means and managed to save a dollar here and there. When my mother was working, she had Blue Cross/Blue Shield, and it continued when she retired in Florida. And then there was Medicare. For some reason instead of choosing straight Medicare, she chose an HMO, Humana. Maybe it was cheaper, maybe the coverage was decent at the time, but she was confined to Humana … Continue reading →

  In Stuyvesant Town, first apartment, 653 East 14th Street, apartment 5G This tome might one day, possibly one day soon, be a eulogy for a now ninety-four year old woman who will be ninety-five in a couple of weeks. I last saw my mother in August. She wanted to go shopping so we threw her walker in the trunk and set-off to the mall where she wheeled and reeled ahead of me at umpteen miles an hour, all 4′ 9″ of her diminished self; she was a powerhouse. Then in September, she wasn’t. My mother always said, “Life can … Continue reading →