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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 ›

Before it is Too Late

The past few weeks my memories were drawn to some people who were important parts of my recovery. Two of them, Maurice and Pastor B. sort of invaded my thoughts. At first glance, these two have very little in common. Their personalities seem in opposition with each other. Their backgrounds and positions in life are at opposite ends of the scale. […]Read Post ›