Like a patient etherized upon the table
I fell in love with the T.S. Eliot poem “Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock,” way back as a high school student for the poem’s imagery and rhythm. Who can…
Reflections on getting older, living in a senior community, and other stuff
I fell in love with the T.S. Eliot poem “Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock,” way back as a high school student for the poem’s imagery and rhythm. Who can…
Lately, I've been pondering on the challenges of living with an ill or dying partner. It's one thing for a healthy young couple to commit to "in sickness and in…
Bob and I sat down today for one of those difficult discussions. It’s time (again) to de-clutter and downsize. We already did that ten years ago, when we moved to…
From our patio, we photographed the police helicopters yesterday. They are here to help locate the escaped and dangerous convicted murderer, hiding about a mile from our home. For the…
Woe are we whose technological skills lag those of our 11-year old grandchildren. Travel is very difficult for those without internet and smart phones and the skills to use them.…
A decade or so ago, I foolishly believed we could chart aging as we did preschool development. As parents, we all knew that those first years of a baby’s development…
It would be hard to find a more privileged group than the passengers on this ship. Recreational travel alone is a luxury. Recreational travel on a small (600+ passengers) cruise…