Natasha Josefowitz

By Natasha Josefowitz, Ph.D. LA JOLLA, California — We look forward to them, and we breathe a sign of relief when they’re over. I’m talking about the holidays. We grumble about the commercialism, guests that come in droves, children home from school and constantly underfoot, or home from college constantly flying the coop to who

By Natasha Josefowitz, Ph.D. LA JOLLA, California — My late son Paul used to say no one over 80 should be driving. Yeah right! I was still happily driving at 90. Then something happened: I fractured my patella and did not drive my car for several weeks. After my brace was finally removed from my

By Natasha Josefowitz, Ph.D. LA JOLLA, California — Two years ago I was the one-arm bandit (having broken my shoulder falling off a stage with microphone still in hand as I was starting a presentation). Today I am a peg-leg pirate. I fractured my patella (I never heard the word before) while running—yes, I know,

By Natasha Josefowitz, Ph.D. LA JOLLA, California — I often still feel like a spring chicken, but I’m coming to realize I’m really just an old hen. So this column is to prepare all of my readers who, if they are lucky enough, also reach ninety. What is reassuring is that it is too late

By Natasha Josefowitz, Ph.D. LA JOLLA, California — It is all about the frontal cortex versus the limbic system—the front part of the brain in a constant struggle with the back part of the brain—whether being able to wait or demanding instant gratification. There are these two little selves in our brains, one saying, “I

By Natasha Josefowitz, Ph.D. LA JOLLA, California — The drive to Tucson from San Diego is seven-hours long over well-maintained highways. The scenery alone is worth the trip. Yellow desert flowers line the road, while majestic windmills with their blades turning leisurely studding the countryside, and miles of solar panels reassure me that we are