“The husband is now underfoot all the time”. I’ve heard that before about retirement. It doesn’t have to be – nor should it be. Quite the contraire.
As a child, I always knew I admired my grandmothers but never really realized all the reasons why until my paternal grandmother told me the story of how she lost her husband. Not sure how old I was when she relayed the details either. We always just knew that she
If we were the pilots of our own flight of life’s fulfillment and meaning, would the Universe choose who would accompany us on our journey? Let’s see. There would be a flight crew, a co-pilot, passengers, the occasional hijacker, terrorist, and a ground crew that would keep us safely soaring
At 62, I can tell you that my breakdown was the greatest gift of my life. I know how that sounds. At 55, lying awake shaking at 3am, I would not have believed it either. Going Straight Through the Darkness Dante wrote that the journey to the other side of
Years ago, I flew to Baltimore with my broken leg in a cast, in a wheelchair with the leg extended. My family stood guard around me but an incursion at the gate left me reeling. A woman came barreling up to the agent, in a panic, and smashed my cast