Sherry and I have been blessed with keeping up with 19 dogs in the last few decades. At first, I thought my job was to teach them how to behave. How silly of me. Instead, those puppies were mentoring me, teaching me how to live a happy and healthy life. A few examples: Nigel …
This one may not make it through my editor, Jenni. I think she’s always cheery and uplifting and expects me to be the same. But yesterday was one of those funky days until the very end. It started when I had a tough time getting my socks on. All of a sudden, my legs were …
I have a new friend. I met him in prison. Recently, we were both doing work for the Federal Bureau of Prisons, helping inmates find purpose in their lives. Mark was bringing it through music. I was teaching them to journal. Mark Collie was a big name as a country singer, …
A new friend (let’s call him Robert) asked me to his home for lunch. It turns out we both have an interest in the relationship between the second and third presidents of the United States. In fact, I believe the close friendship between John Adams and Thomas Jefferson has …
At 78, it’s all relative, but I think I’m so much better-looking than the proof indicates. Sherry and I agreed a few years ago that we would not allow our pictures to be taken any longer. When future generations glance at photos of their great-grandparents, we want them to …
Dear Kate, Happy birthday. I don’t keep track, but I think you broke the 50 mark. I am so proud of you. Memories I treasure: Your first romance with Walter in Denver. You were both three. You told him what to do (in a kind way, of course — most of the time). Our Dairy …
I’m sorry to report that my WUT disease has returned with vengeance. I thought with my diet and exercise regimen, I had permanently rid myself of the dreaded Wait Until Tomorrow disease, but the last few weeks prove otherwise. So many important tasks are going undone. My WUT …
You can only push me so far. I do not wish to offend any mouse advocates, but this gang from Franktown Road became more and more egregious in their attacks on my personal freedom. For most of the winter, I didn’t mind sharing my Toyota Highlander and taking them around …
This is a sticky question. As I age, I may need to cut back. Two of my good friends keep their personal lives close to the vest. I don’t pry, but their lack of sharing limits the level of our relationship. Recently, a corporation asked me to consult with them and then kept …
I bumped into a young woman a few days ago. My head was down, following a band of marching black ants who were on a mission of importance, I’m sure. She was talking on her cellphone. Neither of us were hurt. I was embarrassed. She was amused. She asked her mom to hang on …
