Posts tagged "Aging"

High school high: what happens when I see my old friends

High school high: what happens when I see my old friends
Yesterday I had the pleasure of spending the afternoon with high school friends. Whenever I have that pleasure, I always return home feeling a glow that is different from typical happiness. It’s strangely euphoric. It’s just f’ing awesome. Despite high school growing farther and farther away from me (okay, 38 years away) being with those... Read more »

A reunion to remember: Harrison High School's classes of 1939 - 1970

A reunion to remember: Harrison High School's classes of 1939 - 1970
Sunday I was fortunate enough to attend my father’s high school reunion. For him, a 1950 graduate of Harrison Technical High School (on the West Side of Chicago, closed in the 70′s) 62 years has flown by all too quickly. With classes as far back as 1939 in attendance, I was excited and curious to... Read more »

The facts about my aging

The facts about my aging
Last week while on a sales call my customer was expressing her disdain at “nearly turning 33″. I laughed and I said “Ha! I only wish I were turning 33, I’m about to turn 55″. After telling me I looked fabulous (of course) she posed the question “So, how do you feel about that?” Hmmmm,... Read more »
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Embarking on my second life

Embarking on my second life
This past weekend I had the honor and pleasure, pride, pomp and circumstance of watching my youngest daughter graduate from college. (Yes, as always the music, “pomp and circumstance” was played as I wept, forgetting to wear waterproof mascara; not pretty). As surreal a day as it was for her, she has no idea just... Read more »

Exercise is not the devil after all

Exercise is not the devil after all
(Caution – this blog will contain foul language. Once in awhile it’s a necessary evil for me).  Tonight has been a very big night for me. After completing the 60 minute DVD of Dancing With the Stars Cardio Dance I discovered something so exciting I just had to talk about it. I hate to brag... Read more »