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I use the word “conditions” so as not to say “ailments!” Likely we all have some by now. Whether it’s arthritis, high blood pressure, or fatigue, how can we best handle them? How much weight should we give to them? I have one friend who insists that her girlfriends not talk about their health problems
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I’m not sure if this topic has to do with growing older or not, because I have journaled for a very long time. Still, it seems worth writing about. I don’t remember exactly when I started journaling. I have journals going back 20+ years, but I’m sure that wasn’t the beginning. Maybe it was in
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We hear frequently about the need to take precautions against falling, but if you’re like me, you don’t heed warnings until something happens. A few years ago I was hurrying across the parking lot at work, hands full of folders, keys, and phone, and suddenly I fell. I didn’t trip or turn my ankle; I
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Decades ago during our stint in Louisville, KY, I became acquainted with Thomas Merton and the practice of contemplation. Professor Glenn Hinson introduced the concept, and I was impressed with his book, A Serious Call to a Contemplative Lifestyle. I still remember that Dr. Hinson walked to and from work every day, one hour each
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I don’t know about you but feeling my child’s pain – whether he or she is 26 or 46 – is the worst. I’d rather step in front of a hurtling train. Many times during my son’s long illness, I would have done anything to trade places with him. I had lived my life. Even
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Spending a few days grand sitting – two girls, two dogs. I’m grateful for the time with them at this age since I wasn’t able to much when they were little. Maybe I missed a lot of the cute baby/toddler days, but tween years are pretty cool. Saturday was a busy day – mini golf,
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I wrote the first post for this blog a year ago on turning a big -0. I knew not what to expect. More happened than I could have ever imagined. This time last year I was still (always?) grieving my son’s death but looking forward to a trip to Louisvile with my daughter for my
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A few months ago I said, “Why don’t we have aa small celebration, like a blessing from the families, to show our commitment to each other?” Getting a positive response, I began to Google –– and learned that “commitment ceremony” was a thing! Apparently the concept started with couples who could not legally marry, such
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Many of have experienced early and/or long-term marriages, divorces, or deaths of a spouse. Maybe we’ve ventured down the dating path, navigating singles groups, well-intentioned friends, and the maze of dating apps. We’re leery of online scams and yet we still try – or we swear off and decide to be satisfied with our life
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Some people say family is the other “f” word. I’m glad I don’t feel that way. Family to me is connection, history, and meaning––as well as love and belonging. I grew up with my mother’s large family, with seven aunts and two uncles and 20 first cousins, and on stories and laughter usually shared on
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