You might think this post unnecessary. We work, we retire. What’s to deconstruct? And yet in the last couple of months I’ve had some pretty
When I get dressed for style I do so in front of a mirror. I can’t lay an outfit down on my bed and be
On Thursday morning I saved a file of 75,575 words called “First Draft ACM 8.23.2018.” That overly portentous phrase means, First Draft All Changes Merged August
Recently two bloggers I respect have published simple posts about how we spend our days. First Ronni, of Time Goes By, wrote about “relaxed retirement.”
So this morning I am sitting in front of the television as World Cup coverage plays. I use those words advisedly; no one’s actually playing
Today once again I will be heading inland to help inform voters in a California congressional district. I confess to a fairly bossy tone informing
So far I find my 60s to be distinguished not by wisdom but discovering the scope of my ignorance. The blog is partly responsible. In
I still hate housecleaning. Just needed to put that out here. Four and a half years of retirement haven’t made me a fan of household
I read Bumble Ward’s blog, Miss Whistle, and I follow her on Instagram. Bumble practices a kind of yoga that focuses on love. She’ll post
For all the counting down, the rushing to a day, my favorite part of Christmas is in fact timelessness. By which I don’t mean the
Prepare to have the socks bored right off your feet. Lately I’ve been considering the idea of a Good Week. As someone who is wired
Retirement is teaching me about my self, absent structure. Some lessons are grandly philosophical. “Where do I end and the world begin?” Some not so much.