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..
A few years back, I fell completely and hopelessly in love with my bicycle. I even named it Baby Blue. Baby Blue and I would ride every day; my favorite route was riding..
Retirement and aging are doorways to abundant opportunities.
You know buzz words are important when you see them raised over and over in a variety of places. When it comes to things that are important to a person’s health,..
Journaling your summer memories allows you to preserve the past and capture the essence of those precious memories and experiences forever. By writing down your..
Think back. In what season are your favorite memories with your best friends? I’ve asked a number of people and summer seems to be the most common answer.
I grew up in a suburb outside of Chicago named Evanston, Illinois. It was the home of Northwestern University; a neighbor of Loyola University and existed part way..
My dad was a local church pastor. The house we lived in during my elementary and middle school years was the only building the church owned for many years. His office..
The basketball hoop was bolted above our garage doors. It wasn’t exactly straight but it was the only one on our street. I also had the only basketball.
