I’ve been thinking. Could finding joy and love be the real key to longevity? When I say love, I don’t necessarily mean finding the love of your life. You can love anything. A career. A hobby. A cause. Your grandchildren. Painting. Gardening. Music. Writing. (Reading Kay’s posts!) Dancing. Volunteering. Learning. Whatever makes you lose track …
I find myself constantly thinking and writing about loss these days. I guess it comes with the over 60 territory. I’ve mentioned a few times now that I’ve been exploring and writing a book about loss. And of course, there are different kinds of loss. (And grief.) The kind of loss we talk about most …
At a certain age, every email, text message, and phone call becomes, “Congratulations! You’re due for another medical screening.” My inbox and voicemail have become a damn digital stalking operation. “Time to get those boobs smashed like pancakes.” a/k/a mammogram.“You’re due for anal probing.” a/k/a colon screening.“Bone density scan reminder.” (Have you been using your …
Oh Damn. I published this out of order. This post was supposed to precede “I Feel Bad About My Hair & My Neck!. Ooops! But here it is! I recently unpacked a box of books I hadn’t seen in nearly nine years. Finding them felt a little like running into old friends. One of my …
Real Talk. I feel like somebody pulled my plug. I wrote this post last week, so you’re getting a two-fer today. I usually write a few at a time, but I’ve stockpiled a half-dozen ready to go. I did a great deal of writing in May/June. And a good thing because I am currently experiencing …
I am currently in the process of attempting a transition. And no, I’m not changing sexes. I’m trying to go all the way. And no, not that kind of all the way either. I have a daughter in her forties and I’m in my early sixties. Do the math. I’m talking about going gray! This …
There comes a point in life when you realize you’re attending more funerals than birthday parties. (Well, not me, but most.) For me, it’s scrolling through phone contacts and realizing how many of them are gone. It’s not something anyone warns you about when you’re young. When you’re twenty-five, your social calendar is weddings, baby …
When Folks You Love Won’t Take Care of Themselves I’m going to get right to the point. It’s a new year (yes, I wrote this a five months ago and forgot to post and yes, of late, I too am guilty but dedicated to get back on track!) and it’s time for some serious ALL …
When Folks You Love Won’t Take Care of Themselves I’m going to get right to the point. It’s a new year (yes, I wrote this a five months ago and forgot to post and yes, of late, I too am guilty but dedicated to get back on track!) and it’s time for some serious ALL …
I’ve always been someone who juggles a lot of balls. Always. There were a few brief periods where I lived what most people would probably consider a normal life. I only worked one job. I was only managing two residences. Which, looking back, still sounds ridiculous, but compared to now, it felt downright relaxing. Back …