Sixty-Five and Still Learning

OK, so this week I turned sixty-five. In my younger years, this age seemed so far away. At that time, sixty-five was a milestone that meant you could retire. It was the age of my grandparents or that cat person who lived down the block. These were the people for whom my parents said I needed to open the door or offer to […]Read Post ›

It Can All Change in a Minute

According to my math, which is always suspect, as I write this I have been alive about 34,164,000 minutes. Some of these minutes passed unnoticed, like when I was asleep. (Yes, there have been quite a few of those.) Other minutes have passed rather quickly as when we are on vacation or I am spending time with […]Read Post ›