Growing Old, Gracefully.

I think we all remember little kindnesses that drop on us like the first warm raindrops of a summer shower. I’m collecting 100 such kindnesses to put in a little book to share with friends and family. If you get in the mood, I’d appreciate if you send me one or a few of …

You might think I had a wild and crazy time. You would be wrong. It was more like putting on a warm sweater and snuggling into memories of long ago. A few observations: Only old people showed up. Imagine that. I didn’t recognize many faces at first, but after the first words …

The longer I live, the more I think of our lives as pieces of art. As an artist, I view myself as wrapping up the last few chapters of my book. Or I’m adding additional hues of green to my watercolor painting. Then my mind goes to what others may think of my art piece.  …

I think of my brain as a bucket. Throughout my life, I stored new knowledge in it to become a wiser man. At 75, I recognized my bucket was beginning to leak at the bottom. Things I had learned over the years were beginning to drip out.   This began to worry me. I came …

You may remember Augie, my clumsy angel, who always shows up to bug me about my questionable behaviors. A part of me is happy Augie may have found another human to mess with, but another part is worried he just gave up on me. For example, I know I talk too much, sometimes …