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.
Empowering your journey to live abundantly at every age.
The first time I wrote for the Abundant Aging Blog, I shared my love of the Haitian proverb, "the neighborhood is the family." It’s a foundational phrase for me, which I..
June 1st, 2023: “CONGRATULATIONS! It’s a Boy!”
I’m not a parent. It’s not that I did not want children, I just didn’t know I wanted kids until I was later in life and single. While I know women who were single and..
About ten years ago, my husband John and I planned to visit our son Tim, who had recently relocated to Florida. Part of that trip included a few days at Disney World..
In this new season of life—early into retirement with grown adult children fully into charting their careers and raising children, I’ve found myself reviewing my own..
Editor’s Note: As we say thank you to Rev. Gantt as he concludes his volunteer service on the United Church Homes’ Blog Team for the past five years, we felt like this..
For many of us United Church Homes’ blog readers, I suspect Juneteenth is a relatively strange word. It was only four years ago that then President Joe Biden signed..
It was a beautiful day in May 1973 and it was our wedding day--a second marriage for both of us and our entry into that new kind of family that was emerging, better..
