I’m not fond of roundabouts. I’m more of a four-way stop kind of guy. Last week, I was approaching an intersection in Reno. Of course, it was a roundabout, so I stop and wait for a car already in the roundabout to slip on by me. However, the red Ford comes to a complete stop …
If you are in the mood to dig deep into your life and figure out what has guided you so far – and explore where you may choose to go – I have a recommendation: Buy a copy of At a Journal Workshop by Ira Progoff. Ira, a student of Carl Jung’s, changed my life …
It’s January. Each year, I’m enthralled with the holidays, but I experience a sigh of relief when they are behind me. I’ve put two guiding words up on my refrigerator for 2020: JOY and KINDNESS. JOY: This year, I plan to move consistently toward people who bring me joy. In …
If you’re looking for help preparing your New Year’s resolutions, you’ve come to the wrong place. I have experience… all of the wrong kind. Over my many, many starts to a fresh year, I have been eager to write down what the new me would look like. Each December, I’d consider …
Some of you know I have a guardian angel by the name of Augie who visits me when I’m having some doubt in my life. Augie is a bit clumsy, his wings are underdeveloped and his head is oversized for the rest of his body. At many times, when I look in a mirror, I see …
I smiled before going to bed last night. My thoughts were about how fortunate I’ve been to have so many readers of my Aging blog write back to me with words of wisdom and encouragement. I can’t express how deeply it has enriched my life. One observation that has been proven …
On Christmas Day, 1954, Jimmy Newsom, age nine, received a load of gifts from Santa. The last one he opened was a beautiful, leather-bound book titled “Holy Bible.” In the lower right corner on the cover, in gold embossed print, was his name, Jimmy Newsom. Jim left the book …
I feel no obligation to give Christmas gifts to those adults I love. Thank goodness. Casual acquaintances have accused me of being lazy or uncaring for my lack of attempting to figure out what my friends may be hankering for but have failed to purchase for themselves. That’s …
My favorite Christmas gift was not receiving the present “Santa” had planned to put under the tree. I was five years old and my dad, Vern, whispered to me that he heard a rumor from up North that Santa was considering giving me my own Schwinn bike. I started to cry and …
One area of my aging experience continues to baffle me. My life has always been dominated by a sense of urgency. I’ve never been one to slow down and smell the petunias. It’s like I’m always in a race, often uncertain where the finish line is located. With this attitude, I …