Editor’s Note

Somewhere between my shoulder and fingers, I’ve lost that ability. I’ve started keeping a set of channel locks nearby, which may get promoted to the kitchen drawer to save crucial steps. The way my hand strength is going, I’m getting paranoid about other body parts. ...

The holidays for the Northeast Ohio Boomer team felt different this year for one big reason: We weren't busy pulling together our January/February issue to kick off 2025. As we announced a few months ago, Boomer has a new name and a new publishing schedule. We're now Northeast Ohio Thrive After 55, or Northeast Ohio Thrive for short. The name better reflects our readers, many of whom are not technically Baby Boomers. Plus, we think "Thrive" better describes how many of us approach this second half of life. ...

Now that nighttime arrives in the afternoon, I’ve accelerated my evening routine, wondering just how early is too early to change into pajamas, although it sounds better if I call it loungewear. ...

My social media mishap occurred like most poor decisions… between midnight and 3 a.m. I was scrolling through my TikTok feed, past playful golden retrievers and curly hair tutorials when I landed on a woman boiling a jar of Vaseline. ...

I need to cut back on my scream time but I’m not having much success. The problem is, Alexa’s gone rogue; I haven’t yelled this much in the morning since the kids moved out a decade ago.  ...

I had one thought when I tried on a beekeeping suit for the first time: How fast can I run in this thing? ...

We revisit dating in this issue of the magazine. If nothing else, we point out the complexities of dating after 55. There’s a saying that potential dating partners are looking for a nurse or a purse, a cynical but in some cases an accurate way of summarizing the situation.  ...

Humor gets a bad rap and little encouragement. Giggles, goofiness and guffaws are likely to earn admonishment, annoyance and antipathy rather than appreciation. We (most of us) learned that lesson early and carry it like an overstuffed bag, tamping back our inclinations and hoping no one notices our lousy packing job. ...