I hear despair in the voices of my neighbors, when I see them at the mailbox in my senior building, whose common rooms are closed and dark. It’s not their masks I notice, but the slump of their ...

The great American poet Henry Longfellow once wrote, "as the evening twilight fades away, the sky is filled with stars, invisible by day." Is Longfellow's sentiment a fitting metaphor for aging? New ...

The following is the first installment of a three-part series. Too many years ago, while in a college psychology class, I was introduced to the teachings of Erik Erikson and his study of the eight ...