Poverty isn’t good for anyone. When the least fortunate suffer we all suffer. Who would want to live in a mansion that is surrounded by squallier?
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
Not long ago, a reader shared something that stayed with me. She said, “My home is the most valuable thing I own, but I’m not sure what actually happens to it when I’m gone.” It was not a gloomy conversation. In fact, she was healthy, active, and enjoying retirement. But