It’s January. Each year, I’m enthralled with the holidays, but I experience a sigh of relief when they are behind me. I’ve put two guiding words up on my refrigerator for 2020: JOY and KINDNESS. JOY: This year, I plan to move consistently toward people who bring me joy. In …
If you’re looking for help preparing your New Year’s resolutions, you’ve come to the wrong place. I have experience… all of the wrong kind. Over my many, many starts to a fresh year, I have been eager to write down what the new me would look like. Each December, I’d consider …
Some of you know I have a guardian angel by the name of Augie who visits me when I’m having some doubt in my life. Augie is a bit clumsy, his wings are underdeveloped and his head is oversized for the rest of his body. At many times, when I look in a mirror, I see …
I smiled before going to bed last night. My thoughts were about how fortunate I’ve been to have so many readers of my Aging blog write back to me with words of wisdom and encouragement. I can’t express how deeply it has enriched my life. One observation that has been proven …
On Christmas Day, 1954, Jimmy Newsom, age nine, received a load of gifts from Santa. The last one he opened was a beautiful, leather-bound book titled “Holy Bible.” In the lower right corner on the cover, in gold embossed print, was his name, Jimmy Newsom. Jim left the book …
I feel no obligation to give Christmas gifts to those adults I love. Thank goodness. Casual acquaintances have accused me of being lazy or uncaring for my lack of attempting to figure out what my friends may be hankering for but have failed to purchase for themselves. That’s …
My favorite Christmas gift was not receiving the present “Santa” had planned to put under the tree. I was five years old and my dad, Vern, whispered to me that he heard a rumor from up North that Santa was considering giving me my own Schwinn bike. I started to cry and …
One area of my aging experience continues to baffle me. My life has always been dominated by a sense of urgency. I’ve never been one to slow down and smell the petunias. It’s like I’m always in a race, often uncertain where the finish line is located. With this attitude, I …
Darn it, I can’t remember his last name. Tim Something was my psychology professor my junior year in college, and he said something that has stuck with me all these years. It is simply that little things in relationships matter – like even whether you hang your toilet paper …
I purchased a cowboy hat for our corporate Christmas party being held at an old hotel in Virginia City. It cost me $150. I’ve purchased two suits with matching ties for less than that. The moment I put it on my head in this authentic western store, I knew it was meant for …