Older but not weaker
Dear Annie: I’m a 75-year-old widow who has lived in the same little Cape for 43 years. I still do my own shopping, I drive myself to church, and I host Sunday supper when my joints cooperate. I’m not fragile, but I am ... older. And lately, I feel like everyone is determined to treat me like a porcelain figurine. It started after I slipped on my back steps last winter. I was bruised and embarrassed, but I healed. My daughter came over with a bag of salt and a look of panic, and since then she has never quite stopped hovering. Now she calls twice a day “just to check,” insists ...