I am not trying to talk you into one way of road tripping or another. I just want to stimulate thinking about various ways to go.
When the bowl fell and broke into pieces, I felt shattered into pieces as well. The grief over this little broken object was shocking and completely inadequate. Yet it was real, and it was deep. Looking for answers, here’s what I found: 1. The Bowl Was a Symbol of Loss
 May you have a strong foundation when the winds of change shift…and may you be forever young. – Bob Dylan Aging in Place  I just posted a video on TikTok about 2 Key factors that Genx need to consider when helping their parents with aging in place. The
For many years I lived miles away from my body. The truth was that I really didn’t like her (or me) very much. She never looked as I wanted her to look and seemed to have episodes when she behaved very badly; for example, when she refused to lose the
Have you ever noticed how the last bite (or the last lick) is always the best? It doesn’t matter whether it’s your favourite meal, a delicious ice cream, last chocolate, or a ripe juicy cherry. Somehow that last bit always tastes so good! :) I think the same can be
