“Dogs have no money. Isn’t that amazing? They’re broke their entire lives. But they get through. You know why dogs have no money? No pockets.” ~ Jerry Seinfeld
How are you?
I am ok, relatively ok, sort of a fine ok. So so. But mostly I am neither ok nor so so. I am actually somewhat grey. Read more
A regular mid-summer chore of mine is to defrost the deep freezer downstairs.
The 32 bags of frozen blackberries, 10lbs of blueberries, most of an apple tree turned into sauce, a small school of fish and the Christmas turkey dwindled down over the winter to 2 bags of frozen blackberries, one bag of blueberries, and a bunch of crab bait. In the fall it was full to overflowing, but in the summer, I empty it out completely and give it a clean. Read more
Who knew our tribe has the emotional DNA to celebrate the 90th birthday of a dead man?
Some years ago and after their collective children were finally all off to school in the fall our daughters began the countdown for their annual get together with their Dad to celebrate his octogenarian birthdays. Read more
Clam chowder did not set out to be a ritual.
But, somewhere along the retirement life, it settled into a comfortable, enjoyable Friday tête-à-tête for two mortals who after eight decades still vastly enjoyed each other’s company. Read more
I once worked with an elderly donor who had a great idea for her legacy. She was in the process of ‘baking’ her legacy when I met her. Read more
Whining is so not an option.
But neither can I jump with joy nor do the happy dance.
Last year at this time my beloved husband’s death was too fresh, too raw a wound, to participate in long-held holiday traditions. No greeting cards or email exchanges, no candlelit services. Certainly no jolly family meals.
When our bodies begin to betray us because of age or illness, life becomes difficult. Unbelief turns into dismay and incredible sadness.
Will the sun ever shine again? Will the birds recommence their song? Read more
“We’re all going to die, and we don’t know when, but suddenly the question had become much more urgent.” ~Dr. Paul Kalahanth.
My Grandmother is one of the nicest people I know, and isn’t prone to directing other people on what to do. So when she said I should read When Breath Becomes Air, I paid attention. She often sends us books to read, ones that she’s enjoyed and thinks we would like. But this one was different. This one we had to read. Read more
I have long since discovered that the most difficult part of leaving a legacy is sorting out who will inherit our stuff. Certainly, items that can be converted to cash will be easily divided among family, friends, and the charities of our choice. Well, “easily” might be a bit of an overstatement. Read more