At thirty and forty years of age, I didn’t think about the end. Now, at sixty-eight, I’m clearly aware I don’t have forever. I’m focusing more on making ALL my remaining days count, whether spent in raucous play or in simple, sweet solitude.
Keeping negativity at bay thrills me. Joy does not overflow when I am Read More
Whenever I say “I don’t care,” you can pretty much bet I do care, and deeply, about whatever Read More
At this point in my life, I have known only a handful of people who were fearless. I Read More
“Time is tearing past us like giddy greyhounds,” says Anne Lamott, whose words are so true, especially for Read More
Did you do something new today, something you’ve never done before? Did your feet walk on a piece Read More
You have everything you need to create a wonderful last part of your life, whether you have two Read More