Category: Aging

How to add years of joy and meaning to your life

How to add years of joy and meaning to life! (Secrets revealed – Part 2)

How to add years of joy and meaning to life!  (Secrets revealed – Part 2)
Half a lifetime ago I attended a workshop that had me sign a contract not to drink or take drugs during the length of the event. At the dinner break, my friends who were lapping up the frozen margaritas, passed a glass for their suddenly sober pal to taste. “What’s with you,” they teased, this... Read more »

How to add years of joy and meaning to life! (Secrets revealed – Part 1)

How to add years of joy and meaning to life!  (Secrets revealed – Part 1)
Four years ago I started writing this weekly post believing that sharing the experiences I encountered on the journey to Elderhood would help others traveling the path behind me. I’ve been distracted along the way, diverted by the country’s social unrest, a divisive political arena, my antipathy for the president and of course, most recently,... Read more »

My granddaughter and a boy in a red sweater end violence in America

My granddaughter and a boy in a red sweater end violence in America
Four years ago this post spoke to the simmering rage of a country divided. Sadly, in the interim years, progress at instituting change has been limited. Now the George Floyd tragedy has turned the world upside down. Once again, we plea for the power of love to prevail. Dear Lord, we do not want to... Read more »
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The third stage of Elderhood: Making sure your life mattered!

The third stage of Elderhood: Making sure your life mattered!
The first stage of my passage to Elderhood took place in my mid-sixties, give or take. I looked in the mirror and recognized the disconnect between the image I presented to the world and the soul behind the reflection, and I asked myself, How did I get here and how do I want to live... Read more »

Speeding down the highway when suddenly a stoplight appears

Speeding down the highway when suddenly a stoplight appears
We were driving on a super-highway, pedal to the metal, when suddenly we were forced to slam on the brakes and come to a grinding halt. At first, we stifled our annoyance but as time passed, we leaned on the horn to signal our exasperation. But the jam didn’t yield, and it became apparent we... Read more »

Apology to my African-American brother

Apology to my African-American brother
I thought long and hard about writing this post. How do I justify or authenticate an exhortation that cries out for indignation and protest against the racial violence that consumes our country when I am writing this from my plush condo overlooking the lake? And then it comes to me. That is the point of... Read more »
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“It’s not my time,” the old man said. “Whose time is it” I asked, “if it’s not yours?”

“It’s not my time,” the old man said. “Whose time is it” I asked, “if it’s not yours?”
The big challenge for me as the weeks of sheltering in place pile up, is to see the idle time as an opportunity to try new things, to stay busy and engaged rather than submit to the lure of the couch and skipped shower and growing a mustache as my ‘big project’ for the shut-in.... Read more »

The Universe spoke to me. Really. I am not kidding. I am quite sure I’m on her list of contacts

The Universe spoke to me.  Really.  I am not kidding.   I am quite sure I’m on her list of contacts
Hold the titters and unroll your eyes, I am not hallucinating about having a conversation with a ghost-like apparition who said ‘hi’ to me in the check-out line at Mariano’s. But I promise you, I have encountered… a force… that is real and speaks to all of us in an undeniable way. I have suspected... Read more »

Growing a mustache and barnacles on my ass while sheltering in place. But the Guiding Force within is more fiercely alive than ever.

Growing a mustache and barnacles on my ass while sheltering in place.  But the Guiding Force within is more fiercely alive than ever.
Staying at home for days on end is not fun. But I’m in a spacious apartment with my wife, not stuffed with a hundred-plus British soldiers into a 15 x 18 ft Black Hole of Calcutta. I’ve missed out on dinner dates at the city’s fabulous restaurants, but I haven’t missed a meal. And I’m... Read more »
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Gloom from uneased confinement. Duplicity from an amoral President. And the flowers are blooming; a robin is singing in full throat

Gloom from uneased confinement.  Duplicity from an amoral President. And the flowers are blooming; a robin is singing in full throat
How do we find joy and meaning while in hiding from the scourge? I recall my visit to Amsterdam to see the hidden room where Ann Frank wrote her poignant story. I find inspiration in Victor Frankl’s astonishing book, “Man’s Search for Meaning,” written while an inmate at the Auschwitz concentration camp. I forward the... Read more »