A birthday reflection. On turning 51, that is. Fifty-One. I remember when I used to think that was old, but today I question what IS old anyway? When I was a young adult, freshly out of high school, almost all I could think about was getting…
About a year and a half ago, I published an article about finding love after divorce. And during these years often referred to as, “middle aged.” I wanted to share the possibilities with others. Others who might be wondering if they are ever going to be…
Sometimes I stare at him when he doesn’t even notice. I examine every detail of his rugged face. A face that speaks a thousand words. Or maybe a million. A face that shows a life well lived. And so much of life yet to live. Sometimes,…
