In his recent hit, Rob Thomas sings “I’m not afraid of getting older….” Well, I am. As I approach a milestone birthday and witness my parents and in-laws decline, I worry. I worry about their waning health and quality of life. But I also worry for me. What can I do, as I approach my sixties and beyond, to keep my body from rolling steadily downhill? Adam Lee assures me
Loaded with hiking trails, bike paths, coffee shops, and craft breweries, Portland, Oregon is a laid-back, long-weekend getaway. Although we didn’t time our visit to coincide with the region’s fall foliage, blooming lavender fields, or bountiful tulips, we still had plenty to see. Here’s a quick roundup to exploring Portland and a couple of points beyond.
Downtown’s Pearl District offers lots of easy walking among scattered wine and beer
Nicole Hughes glanced out the window, saw her three-year-old son floating in the pool, and was, for a fraction of a second, confused. Levi was bathed, fed, and ready for bed. “We aren’t swimming….” she remembers thinking. Six couples from around the country, long-time friends since medical school, gather each summer near Gulf Shores, Alabama. Vacationing in the same beach house for the seventh year, some were laughing and talking
A man smiled and handed a crisp $100 bill to the young woman doling out maple and blueberry and key lime doughnuts to the early morning risers. Nodding at the long line of folks behind him, he wanted to buy breakfast for all of them. “My eight-year-old son recently passed away,” he said quietly, “and this was his favorite place to go at the beach.” Surrounded by beautiful white homes
You may have shaken hands with someone wearing a tiny pin, or even a t-shirt, announcing “I am a 7.” Some people introduce themselves by offering, “I’m a 5.” They want us to immediately know what to expect from them – and their behavior. After seventeen years of counseling and steering clients through depression, grief, life transitions, trauma, and disasters, Sharon Ball founded the Nashville Center For Enneagram and Wellbeing.
I always hesitate to pay full price for a pair of sandals or a great new blouse or the cute black dress I love but don’t really need. Invariably, the item will go on sale shortly after I bring it home. I realize many retailers have price adjustment policies. Bring the item back to the store, and they will happily honor the sale price and refund the difference. But I
Let’s imagine for a moment….A resident of an apartment building slips on the bathroom floor, hits her head on the counter as she falls, and, sadly, dies. She is on the ground for a week until someone finally discovers her. All kinds of ugly things have happened with her body in the meantime, and the home absolutely reeks. Who cleans this up? If I ever stopped to think about it,
Whether exploring a new city or tracking down a coffee shop in my own town, I prefer to park my car and set out on foot. When I meander through a neighborhood, I notice flowers and window displays and people I don’t see from the backseat of an Uber or behind the steering wheel of my car. And – even more fun still? – wandering through a community while devouring
Stacks of junk mail pour into my mailbox, – the physical one in the lobby of my building – and I throw away many more envelopes than I take the time to open. However, every once in awhile, stashed among the flyers and advertisements and credit card requests, I find a special something. Often tucked inside a brightly-colored envelope, the treasure is chosen especially for me. How I love to
I suppose I always think it is the older folks who get stuck, slip into a rut, and need to reboot their lives. Those people tired of their 9-5 commitments and finished raising their kids and wondering how much longer they have to find their passions. Or those who are just plain bored. And then I met Max Hawkins. From outward appearances, the methodical twenty-something seemed to live in a