A Good Day’s Work May Never End

I kind of hope I’ll always work. Let me clarify. I hope I’ll always want to work and be healthy to work as long as I want. The idea of working forever, or at least a long time, has always appealed to me and makes a lot of sense. Of course, it’s always nicer if…

Days 1 and 2

I won’t bore myself researching how many thousands, or millions, of people have diabetes, are overweight, have stress and anxiety, and other unhealthy diseases or conditions that are often avoidable by healthy living. I am becoming one of them. It seems that while we have written so many words about healthy living and viewed hours…

Letting Go in a Dangerous World

We drove our little girl to the airport, watched her enter the terminal, and drove away. Mind you: That “little girl” is a 20-year-old young woman, and we’ve been doing this now for a couple of years – since she started college 2500 miles away from home, in Chicago. This time, she is flying all…

On Turning 60

I’m just trying to navigate the highway to hell – I mean, senior citizenship.

The Grief Comes in Waves

My relationship with my mother was complicated, so I shouldn’t be surprised that grieving her loss is not what I would have expected, either.

A New Mother’s Day

Last December, our mother died. It was a short illness, started with flu-like symptoms, ended in sepsis. I knew it was very serious, but really never believed she’d die. She was 79, which doesn’t seem old anymore. Mom was a shopper and she loved clothes. Nice clothes. Before she died, she had taken much of…

Happy H-Olive-Days!

I like olives. I like ’em in martinis (which makes this a perfect subject for Two Drinks Away). And I’ve always enjoyed them as a snack. But I never expected to be writing a blog post about them.

Last Day Alone

Well, I’ve certainly done a lousy job writing a post every day. And, where did the past two weeks go? Right now I’ve got Philadelphia Story on TV. Kathryn Hepburn was nominated for an Oscar for this film. It’s got Cary Grand and James Stewart. I wonder if young people would enjoy it now. I…

Still Alone… Day 9

I was born into a family of writers, but a writer I am not. So trying to blog, participate in the NaMaBlo, is difficult. It is frustrating because I have all sorts of thoughts bouncing around in my head, but when I sit down to write, I can’t think of anything. Forcing me to put thoughts…