One error I continue to make is waiting for big things to happen. Big things can be super-duper good, like winning the lottery or discovering your old best friend moved back to your hometown. Big things also can be negative, like finding out you need another knee surgery or …
My mother was one of the most powerful forces in my life. Irene Kuhl could snap me to attention from a deep slumber. First came the command, such as, “Don, take out the garbage right now,” or “Don, you better apologize to Father Ryan for missing his religion class …
I’m not sure how this story relates to aging (maybe you can suggest a connection). However, I’m feeling compelled to share it with you. Sherry and I like to eat at this fancied-up bar and restaurant where couples often meet for the first time after searching numerous …
I don’t mean to complain, but there’s this little thing that drives me a bit nuts. It’s when a good friend or family member calls me. (Key: Remember, they call me.) I’m so happy to hear from them. I like them. I want to hear what’s up in their lives and I have a few …
Gregg Richardson is a clinical neuropsychologist. He also had the opportunity to care for his elderly parents in his home for the last few years of their lives. Gregg led with the love he had for his mom and dad, but he also had the clinical background to observe their …
I never thought about this much before I came home from the hospital after my back surgery. Sherry and I are not big touchers. We hold hands from time to time (mainly to keep me upright, not so much for the romance of it all). We also hug each day, but it’s generally with …
I’ve just completed another evidence-based study to share with you. It’s about nurses who work in hospitals. Of course, I needed to invest a few days in the hospital to do my research. It’s just one of the sacrifices that outstanding researchers, like me, endure in order to …
I’m back. And boy, does it feel good. It’s been 42 days since I was rushed to the hospital for a 5-hour emergency surgery. It was not fun. The days that followed in the hospital were not fun. The first couple weeks recuperating at home were not fun. Then the magic began to …
He felt lonely, desperate and afraid. It was 6:30 a.m., and the young man had collapsed in the broom closet of his tiny office. Sweaty and awake since 4, he had already consumed a quart of vodka. Suddenly, the outer door of the office opened. A single set of footsteps moved …
I’d like to tell my older friends it’s okay to feel a bit confused when attempting to use the latest gadgets. I’m blessed. I work around a bunch of young techies who can guide me through the magic of new tools. I hand them my computer or “smart-aleck” phone and …
