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.
The poet Mary Oliver asked a question that rests upon our hearts and minds as we enter this new decade in the year 2020: “Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your..
There is tremendous power in listening to the “old” music that provides the soundtrack to your life. Those “old” pieces can ignite new opportunities for conversation and..
I am the light of the world! You people come and follow me! If you follow and love, you’ll learn the mystery of what you were meant to do and be.
Merry Christmas! I offer words from Howard Thurman as a gift for you this day. Words written almost half a century ago. Yet they are helpful for us as we live in this..
Barren Little did I know how difficult it would be to have children. After years of trying, my husband and I sought a fertility specialist who helped us finally get..
Got Peace? What Brings Older Adults Peace — A Conversation Peace. Throughout the Advent season, as our journey brings us closer to Christmas Eve, many Christian churches..
First Sunday in Advent Every year as Advent creeps up on me — how, exactly, is it the last of November already — and my heart turns to contradictory reflections.
