Popsicles, Light Carpet, and Stitches

(re-run) It was Labor Day weekend. We needed to get a handle on the mess in the garage. I asked my oldest to watch my youngest while we parents worked outside. She was nine, in 4th grade already for a week, and the baby was almost two and a half. Then a series of unfortunate… Continue reading Popsicles, Light Carpet, and Stitches

C is for Choices

Life is a series of choices: what to eat for breakfast, what college to go to, which person to marry, whether to see the cup half full or half empty. It’s much easier to look back at life and say what choices were good or bad. Whatever they were, they got you to where you… Continue reading C is for Choices

Snow Day

Many of my Medicare friends are moving or contemplating moving to retirement communities.  A big one close to my town is called Rossmoor.  It’s a huge gated community built back in the sixties and contains 6700 residential units surrounded by open space.   At least one resident in each unit must be at least fifty-five years… Continue reading Snow Day

Forgetful? Forget About It

The older I get, the more forgetful I become. I try to trick myself into remembering things, but sometimes the senior moment wins out. I sing in a chorus and just performed two concerts this past weekend.  Some of the words rolled off my tongue, and others would not come out. It’s been four months… Continue reading Forgetful? Forget About It