Camping and biking. The memories and stories they produce are priceless. And they don’t have to end with retirement.
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
Although I live in Canada, I am spending more and more time in London, England with my kids and first grandchild. They live in Southwest London, and this year I sought out something called a “Walk and Talk” in Wimbledon Park. I loved the simple experience so much that I’d