Growing Old, Gracefully.

I try to follow Shakespeare’s advice when writing this blog. But darn, that’s a hard order for me to follow.  Adjectives and adverbs can look so delectable. They can dress up a boring  sentence to make it appear to be a bigger deal than what it is. I get sucked in by …

My daughter, Kate, left this morning to go back home to Denver. It’s such a joy to have her visit. We’ve been a loving team for over 50 years. I think there’s something magical about the relationship between a dad and a daughter. Kate and I have always been close. In the …

Stanley Proctor was a favorite of the nuns and Father Michael at Saint Cecilia Grade School. He looked so pious. He was the first to learn the Latin necessary to be an altar boy. Often, Stanley stayed in at recess to help clean the chalkboards or just follow Sister Mary …

In their late 70s, Vern and Irene lived in a little house in Boiling Springs, Pennsylvania. I’d visit them often as I roamed the East, selling Interactive Journals. The weather became a huge point of concern. My parents would hunker down in what they called the Florida Room, …

I’d like to know how you handle this old clothes thing. Until I retired, I never gave it much thought. I was on automatic. I’d buy clothes on sale as I needed them, often going through stacks of shirts and pants and underwear piled high on Costco tables. My unofficial rule …