Aging Schmaging

Garth Brook’s song, The Dance, has long been a measure of meaning in my life. When I’m wondering if a failure or heartbreak was worth the pain, I think about his words and find perspective. “And now I’m glad I didn’t know The way it all would end the way it all would go Our lives are better left to… Read More

I was reading an article about older couples who choose to have a marriage ceremony, but forgo signing the papers. The gist of the article, in AARP’s newsletter, was that these older couples would lose too much of their financial assets if they legally join, so they fake a wedding to keep family happy and clueless. I had to smile… Read More

The stifling heat abated this morning, and it was a prime time for a walk. Booker and I headed up the road feeling good and a bit more energized. There is a short stretch of highway we must take to get to the dirt road we prefer. To my dismay the traffic seems to be winning the battle between man… Read More

My watch, flung off earlier, looked discarded and limp on the kitchen table. I didnt even recall taking it off when I arrived home. There are people who like a relaxed approach to life, and those who like structure. I tend to be in the structure group. For many years, I lived by the clockalways watching, always racing. My single-mother… Read More