Oh my goodness. What’s happening to me? As many of you know, I fell in love with the work of Ira Progoff, the person who captured me with the power of intensive journaling. My curiosity could not stop. What made Ira so smart? Ira was greatly influenced by the work of Carl …
I don’t like friends dying on me. Didn’t they realize how much I counted on them? This has been a tough year. I count four important people in my life who took off – most of them without any notice at all. When close friends or relatives die, no one is there to take …
My friend and colleague Alyssa Forcehimes writes a thoughtful and joyous blog, Leading With Heart, every Thursday. Last week, she wrote about the intellectual humility of children – they are unabashedly open in declaring, “I don’t know.” Alyssa contrasted this with …
What a great book. I never would have guessed it was written by Fred, the guy I had to read all about as a college psychology student. The book, Enjoy Old Age: A Practical Guide, was written in 1983 and shares all this useful stuff about what you should and should not do as …
It’s a pretty silly thing to do. Yet, many of my friends do it. They work hard at looking younger than their years. They keep secret their real age, as if another human being on the face of the earth cares how old they really are. I lie accidentally. I catch myself telling …
I was getting a little tired of all the self-proclaimed experts telling me if I don’t use it, I’ll lose it. For one thing, they don’t get real specific on what the “it” is. Are they talking about physical or mental things? I pray the “it” isn’t too personal. So I …
I was so darn lucky. As a kid, I’d go to the Five and Dime, sit on a red bar stool and order a chocolate malt. Next to my huge malt glass, this beautiful waitress would sneak me the “extra” in a shiny tin container. I was so darn lucky. I’d go to Grandma Kuhl’s …
Antonio and I had a failure to communicate. He spoke Spanish and very little English. I spoke English and freshman high school Spanish. It was over 25 years ago, and Antonio came over to help me bring our untamed yard under control. He was the neighborhood expert …
Oh my goodness! There she was, cleaning out the garage, ready to throw away my heavy-hitting golf clubs. Sherry used her sympathetic voice. “You haven’t used your clubs in seven years. I’m saving your pitching wedge and putter so you can play a little putt-putt in our …
I know it’s bad – almost evil. I’ve kept this embarrassing secret for months. I can’t help myself. After a lifetime of courageously fighting the temptation, I’ve fallen prey to this loathsome habit. Many years ago, my mother, Irene, warned me of the evils of such …