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This World Health Day, we suggest that we Australians recognise the level of health care we receive, but also note that improvement in our individual self-care can always improve.
This International Women’s Day, women and men all over the world are vowing to support #BalanceforBetter and help create a gender-balanced world.
Over in America, senior citizens are now using an Uber-style app to deliver them grandkids to help around the house, or make sure they finish off that sponge in the fridge.
This summer has been the hottest on record, but those over the age of fifty should take particular care when the mercury rises. Here’s how.
Ian “Hendo” Henderson was the voice of the ABC’s news coverage for a quarter century. The man saw the fall of the Berlin Wall and the media transform. He may no longer read the news, but his inexorable personality remains indelibly planted in the zeitgeist.
Soon, as it turns, I’ll be attending my own funeral. But before I get there, I know that I’ve outlived many. You especially, coach.
Grandson, before they sent me to Vietnam, they sent me to bootcamp.
Dear Grandson, I joined the Navy in 1966, a time when the Vietnam War was developing. It’s hard to explain, but it became impossible to not go.
I’m a right-wing voter, but the recent nonsense spouted by Latham and company has me wondering if we should hold our own accountable before we criticise the left.
Dear Grandson. When I was in school, my country was in Vietnam. It became impossible to not be swept up in it.
In his latest “Dear Grandson”, Stan Gerding reflects on what how being a kid playing with friends has changed, and the hardships his parents faced.
As the situation with guns in schools spirals out of control, I thought I’d try and explain today for my grandson’s tomorrow.
Over the span of my lifetime, I’ve realised it is fleeting. I don’t want my grandson to not know who I was. Consider this the first chapter.
Yesterday, the world witnessed the first fatality of the self-driving car. However, I don’t think the fear of technology is helpful, or lasting.
A recent brush with death taught me something. My age is catching up with me, but there are people far older than me. Worry about them.
I’m at the age where my social calendar is made up of funerals. However, the more I see, the less I want the standard dour church fare for my own.
You could say that I’m a product of my environment, however, my fear of the other has followed me throughout my entire life. It’s taught me one particular lesson.
While some victims of child sexual abuses within the Catholic Church may see justice, but for the vast majority, my Dad included, it is already too late.
Meet a mature adventurer, a man who shares the thrill of rock climbing with his younger mates. This particular trip may whet your own appetite for adventure – even if you’re not as young as you used to be.
We all get old. But while we may look it, a slight change in diet will ensure we don’t feel it.
As for those people who are set to take the same journey as I did in 1977, I certainly do not envy them.