Years ago, my four-year-old granddaughter picked a 10-inch by 10-inch colorful book from her overflowing bookshelf. She jumped with it, cuddled up to me and we snuggled together. We studied the smiling boy on the cover of If I Built a House by Maine author and illustrator, Chris Van Dusen. I asked, “See the face of the… Continue Reading
On my daily walk along Portland’s Eastern Promenade, I see people running with their dogs on East End Beach, throwing sticks in the water or across the sand which the frisky pups chase and retrieve. I pass other walkers, runners, bikers, photographers, men, women and children enjoying the wide-open view, each other and the panoramic… Continue Reading
Assuming the African ethic of ubuntu, “I am because you are,” bears adopting, how do we live it? Ubuntu comes from a Zulu phrase meaning that a person is a person through other people. Assuming, then, that caring for others matters, how do we teach it? I tried with my four-year-old son and six-year-old daughter.… Continue Reading
My granddaughter exclaimed, “It’s February, my birthday month. I’ll be seven! I can’t WAIT to be older!” Me? “March, ugh, my birthday month!” What a difference! I notice more gray sprouts at the temples, more wrinkles, more age spots on my hands. The effect of long-time living in gravity takes its toll; my flesh sags… Continue Reading
I pick up the phone on what my Florida friends say is a miserable, cold, Maine winter day. My good friend, my age, says, “I’m in the ER with my husband. He woke up with no memory of anything that happened last month. The doctors suspect a stroke.” I say, “I am so sorry. I… Continue Reading
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