There are moments in life that stay lit inside us—quiet embers that continue to glow long after we expect them to fade. One of those moments for me began not in a sanctuary or a family gathering, but in the marble halls of the Ohio Statehouse during Memory Day—a sacred annual rhythm where caregivers, advocates, and loved ones gather to honor the dignity and worth of those living with Alzheimer’s and dementia. It is a day where stories are offered like prayers, where grief and hope sit side by..
Grounded in Creation The power of creation infuses a profound sense of awe, deep within my soul. Recent summer-like temperatures in the 80’s and bright sunshine have..
May is National Older Americans month and May 21 began National Nursing Home Staff Appreciation week. Fourteen months into living with COVID-19, I think these..
Early in the pandemic, we began to hear the phrase, “We are in this together.” This was used widely to encourage people to protect each other, use masks, practice social..
“When I was your age, I walked to school uphill both ways barefoot in the snow.” It is an oft-quoted exaggeration. It is not an exaggeration that the trail to the Lewis..
In the recent years before the COVID-19 pandemic began, I undertook a series of hiking trips with good friends. There was a good bit of climbing involved on our trips to..
Outside of the Cleveland Museum of Art, one will find the tree-lined Wade Lagoon. During a recent trip to the museum, my daughter and I had the opportunity to walk..
This blog post is the third in our series inspired by the words of Amanda Gorman in “The Hill We Climb.”
Author's note: This blog post is the second in our series inspired by Amanda Gorman’s words in “The Hill We Climb.”
Series Introduction In January, the Abundant Aging writers met to plan the themes for the coming months of this blog. Although that Zoom meeting was a week after our..
