Costco is my new playground. I go with Sherry, and while she is pushing one of those big carts and getting needed supplies, I’m floating around, looking for fun stuff to occupy my time. My latest game is to go up to people I have never met and say, “I can’t find my wife. …
Over the weekend, I talked with Ann about what she and Ben have experienced over the past few years, months and days. Here’s how she describes their journey together: “Ben developed kidney disease three years ago. It got us talking about ‘end of life’ …
Several major studies have indicated that meaningful friendships are the best medicine for a long, happy life. They beat out gobs of money, job success or where one might choose to live. This got me thinking of Jerry, one of my pals in grade school. We lived about half a …
For me and Sherry, the highlight of every weekend is loading our trailer with dead brush and driving out to the Carson City Landfill. We drive toward the weigh scale behind all these mammoth trucks and tractors doing the big-time jobs around Carson City. Men and women full …
I’ve made an important rediscovery. People’s faces are beautiful. They come in all configurations and sizes. The distinctive and expressive wrinkles that cross their cheeks and surround their eyes sketch the personal stories that have made their lives unique. …
I deserve a dog biscuit. It’s been months since I’ve featured one of my shepherds in a blog post. Now I can’t help myself. Of our four white Swiss shepherds, Sammy Watt What is our comedian. Although all four were sired by the same father, Sammy is special. A few …
When I wake up in my 70s and think about this day and the next day and the next day, it’s so easy to put my life in cruise control. I’m not going to let it happen. I’m better than that. I have more to offer. Screw all those people who want to put me …
I’ve thought a lot about dying. Not in a sad kind of way. Certainly not in that “how long can I last” mindset. My imagination goes to how beauteous it’s going to be. I can just see it. I’m sitting there with two of my best friends in an ice cream shop next …
I may have a problem. Maybe not. Over the last few years, I’ve determined I prefer to stay in Carson City, Washoe Valley and Genoa, Nevada. I have no inclination to go beyond these borders. My friends jet off to Egypt and send me pictures with them on camels. My daughter’s …
I talked to a mentor of mine last night. I told him I was in a bit of a funk. Nothing serious or complex, just this little gray cloud hanging over me. The first thing Master Mentor asks is, “Are you attempting to help someone through a little issue he or she might be dealing …
