All posts by Roxanne Jones

Roxanne Jones

About Roxanne Jones

By day, Roxanne Jones is an award-winning freelance copywriter specializing in health and medicine. She launched Boomer Haiku, a humorous blog about life as a baby boomer, in 2015, and a Boomer Haiku greeting card line in 2016 (available at 6 Maine stores; visit www.boomerhaiku.com/shop/ to learn more). Born and raised in Brunswick, she left Maine after high school (Class of 1971) and, after living in Massachusetts and California, came screaming back to her home state in 2006. She enjoys chardonnay, laughing at the foibles and frustrations of getting older, and contemplates plastic surgery to get rid of the wattle on her neck.

Finding the upside–and humor–in a health scare

A recent health scare has reaffirmed two truths for me. First, the universe has a really twisted sense of humor. Second, you can almost always find something to laugh about, even when things seem pretty freakin’ bleak. To wit: In my last blog post, I ruminated about aging, writing and memory, concluding that because I’m […]

Some reflections on aging, writing and memory

Does this ever happen to you? Lately I’ve noticed that I’m having difficulty retrieving words. Not always, but often enough to be aware of it. It happened just the other day, when I saw the word “ribald” in something I was reading. I know what the word means, but I couldn’t think of synonyms to […]

Why don’t people return shopping carts & other random ruminations

Summer’s here, so I’d like to think of this week’s post as the blog version of gazpacho—a cool and refreshing concoction of bits and pieces from my files. Well, at the very least, I hope you find it interesting, perhaps with a little bite: Why don’t people return their shopping carts? I’ve always thought it […]

Remember saying, “I can’t wait until I’m old enough to…”

Remember the childhood refrain, “I can’t wait until I’m old enough to [fill in the blank]?”A lot of my early aspirations had to do with achieving such milestones as: Wearing a bra—It wasn’t so much about having breasts, but being able to sit in class wearing a white blouse so the kids seated behind me […]

Scenes from a boomer marriage, Chapter 4

I can’t quite believe it: in June, Hubs and I celebrated our 20th anniversary. Two decades! And I simply can’t imagine a better partner with whom to navigate this adventure called life. Part of what makes our marriage great, IMO, is that we laugh together—a lot—inspiring this haiku (reprised from an earlier “Scenes from a […]

Still working? Some interesting studies about work & retirement

 Many of us baby boomers are at the age when we’re contemplating (or hungering for) retirement. In fact, 10,000 of us are turning 66 every day—the full retirement age for Social Security if you were born between 1943 and 1954. For those of us who must still suit up and show up, however, here are […]

10 things I’m declaring my independence from

Let the fireworks begin. To mark this Fourth of July, I’m making my personal declaration of independence from the tyranny of other people’s expectations, adhering to passé assumptions and harboring negative emotions. I therefore solemnly publish and declare that I have the right to be free and independent from: Caring so much about what others […]

8 ways men and women age differently

The existence of fart jokes, belching contests and bra-snapping would appear proof-positive that boys are less mature than girls during childhood and adolescence. Now science validates it, with UK researchers discovering that girls tend to optimize brain connections earlier, so they generally mature faster than boys in certain cognitive and emotional areas. But while women […]

When the universe slaps you upside the head

A couple of months ago, I received an email from a friend. In it, she revealed that she has been diagnosed with glioblastoma, a particularly aggressive type of brain tumor. After discussing her situation with her doctors and her husband, she said she’d decided against surgery. Instead, she planned to take steroids to reduce the […]