BY Billie Best
Health
Does My Dermatologist See Dollar Signs? I have a black hole on the left side of my face near my nose. It’s been there almost my whole life. Years ago, when I went…
Author: Billie Best
Billie Best writes the blog Beyond 60 — Loving Life, Staying Relevant at billiebest.com. Her memoir titled "How I Made a Huge Mess of My Life (or Couples Therapy with a Dead Man)" and her collection of essays “I Could Be Wrong” are both available on Amazon.com.
BY Billie Best
Health
A Shift In Perspective I’ve been reflecting on where I was a year ago, Before The Pandemic (BTP), what has changed and what has not. May 2019 BTP, I wrote a post…
BY Billie Best
Sex
Over 50 Years Later We’ve been living together for 111 days, but Roger and I met for the first time in 1968-69 during our formative years when elementary scho…
BY Billie Best
Sex
Just To Be Safe, I Kept My Exit Strategy It’s been 6 months since I moved in with him and I think I’m ready to get rid of my storage space. It’s an evolution within…
BY Billie Best
Give
Time Is Not Money For as long as I can remember we’ve been told time is money. But, of course, that’s not true. If time were money, I’d be rich, because I have all…
BY Billie Best
Give
I have a sweet story for you. I was on the phone talking to an old guy and he was telling me how worried he is about what’s going on in the world. He’s 88 and lives wi…
BY Billie Best
Health
The McRib: a “food” cultural phenomenon. But before we go there, let me give you some background. I may be a food snob, but I love a Quarter Pound…
BY Billie Best
Health
I know what it’s like to go without hugs for months. Maybe you’re alone in lockdown and missing hugs, too. It made me feel awful. I was carrying a kind of stress…
BY Billie Best
Sex
I’m in early stage cohabitation with my new boyfriend, eyes wide open, living in his house in the woods after eleven years of being single, the past three in a…
BY Billie Best
Health
I cried. And then I cried because I cried. I’ve been working on managing my state of mind, then this past weekend I came to a mental dead-end where I could feel n…
