Move more. Stress Less. Eat good food. Great advice for living long and well. Then add the nourishment of what you love, of following your bliss, as mythologist Joseph Campbell urged. Don Doane (my dad called him Donny), the professional trombone player who had suffered a stroke years before, called Dad and said, “I read… Continue Reading
Do you do this? My good pal says, “Doesn’t everyone?” Another friend says, “Don’t we all?” It’s like this. You walk to the mirror feeling like yourself, your True Self, from the inside. Not eighteen, though maybe eighteen if certain music is playing or certain memories woke up with you. But you, smiling you. You… Continue Reading
On a sunrise walk, I strolled along a path beside a golf course. The sky radiated stripes of pinks and purple before the orb rose huge and round. Billowy clouds in pillowy shapes dotted the pastel expanse above. Birds chatted, echoes of their calls bouncing off the mirror-like water nearby. Squirrels scurried about, chasing each… Continue Reading
As I write, I wear a bangle with three intertwined strands that my father’s mother gave me in 1967. They jangle on my wrist and remind me of Memere. What a honey she was, a real sweetie. I visited Memere and Pepere often. Memere made candy. I’d break off edges of fudge and savor them,… Continue Reading
As my mid-March birthday approaches each year, two of my brothers like to whip out a twenty-five-foot metal tape measure used by our dad in his shop, which he equipped with a hundred tape measures. He’d say, “they were on sale at Marden’s. Someone in our extended family might need them.” The tape measure appears.… Continue Reading
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