By the time this blog is published, I will be 89 years old. For at least 30 years I’ve experienced “isms,” although I didn’t know what to call them.
Sometimes grace comes as a wee small voice offering words of encouragement or suggesting we take some specific action.
Over the past year or so I’ve been in a time of discernment. It has been my experience that these times of anticipating transition or finding a new path in life are not..
Imagine a sturdy old church building. A deteriorated neighborhood. Hemmed in by interstate and express highways. No grocery, drug or convenience stores nearby. No easily..
When I was asked to officiate at the funeral of my father’s cousin, there was only one instruction about the service: “Don’t sing Amazing Grace”.
This is the final entry in our “Beyond December” themed blogs.
I was an ordinary housewife, living in a suburb outside of Chicago with three children and one husband, one dog and a life plan that was not exactly written in..
It was the eve of Christmas Eve. Fourteen family members were present. Thirty others looked in via Zoom.
Sometimes it takes my breath away when I see the capacity for humankind to be unthinking, unkind and cruel to one another. Treating others with disregard and meanness..
Want to use these Abundant Aging blogs as a resource for individual reflection or small group discussion? Beginning with today’s blog, you will find questions at the..
