My husband John and I had just landed at Hopkins airport in Cleveland from a 2 ½ week trip to Florida, and as we blearily got off the plane and stumbled toward baggage, John said, “You know, I feel a bit traumatized.” I too felt “a bit traumatized.” The previous 2 ½ weeks very clearly showed us that our bodies had aged, and we could no longer pretend we could do what we used to do.
I must admit, I have always been impatient for what comes next. What’s the next chapter? What’s the next new new thing? And more to the topic, what happens next to our..
Growing up loving science fiction in the 90s meant that I was drawn to Star Trek: The Next Generation. As soon as that iconic introduction music began and the camera..
Eighty-one-year-old John Nettles has said: “It's so good to get up in the morning and see a donkey - they're just unbelievably beautiful and funny. My donkey Hector..
Mabel Breneman was my husband’s maternal grandmother, whom I met when I was 19 years old and she was 84 years old. Everyone called her Grandma, and I adored her...
My husband died in 2004 when he was just 49 years old. Since then, I think I’ve had more than my share of “mortality thoughts,” the theme of this series of blog posts...
You know Benjamin Franklin’s observation that there are two things for certain in the world—death and taxes. So perhaps in this season when we are striving to meet the..
As we approach Easter, a time of renewal and hope, I find myself drawn to the profound connection between caregiving and the heart of the holiday. As the CEO of a..
Shel Silverstein’s book, “The Giving Tree”, first published in 1964 has been both beloved and banned over the years. For many the story of the relationship between the..
