Proud Boomer Press Hello Reader, Gus is a fifty-five-pound Bernedoodle who has decided the far side of the yard is where he needs to be right now, and the leash is my problem, not his. I used to end that pull sitting on the ground. Now I plant my feet, brace, and walk him back to the porch like I meant to do that the whole time. I did not get faster. I got stronger. That's the whole story. For years I ate to hit a number on a scale or a size on a tag. Every diet in that cabinet I cleaned out...

Proud Boomer Press Hello Reader, Kim found me in the workshop last week rearranging boxes of my own book so the cover faced out, like I was staging a crime scene instead of a shelf. She didn't say anything. She just looked at me the way she looks at Gus when he brings her a dead lizard, proud of himself, no idea why she's not thrilled. I told her I was "optimizing visibility." She told me I was a 62-year-old man alphabetizing his own name. Both true. I wrote a book called Not Done Yet, and...

Proud Boomer Press Hello Reader, Kim asked me the other night what I wanted for my birthday. I told her I wanted people to stop finding out about sarcopenia the hard way, the way I did, in a doctor's office at 58, hearing the word "decline" like it was a diagnosis instead of a choice. She said that wasn't a gift, that was a mission statement. Fair. But it's also why every Kindle book I've written is 99 cents this week. No catch, no funnel, no upsell waiting on page two. Just the price dropped...