Recently, someone sent me a postcard with the image of a gorgeous, ornate, antique clock. I love clocks. The caption didn’t include its location. It simply said, “Old clock. No longer works.” I bet that was written by a young person. Our society places entirely too much value on functionality these days. Some things, like …
We snap, crackle and pop as we age.
Arlo and I are both rounding out our lives with love and happiness.
I really don’t want to live forever.
You’re never too old to learn something new.
More and more of my friends are in their 80’s now.
On our cruise to Alaska, we were some of the youngest passengers aboard, by decades. I get it. It’s an expensive trip. It’s the trip of a lifetime. But there’s something to be said about doing your major trips while you’re still able-minded and able-bodied. We often shared a dinner table with strangers, as is …
I’m a 54-year-old woman, so I come with accessories.
It’s hard, writing to someone with dementia.
Fewer shenanigans. How sad.
The View from a Drawbridge 