…a funny thing happens as you get older (besides hangovers becoming more painful): you start to prioritize things differently.
My 90-year-old grandmother, Nonna, is the kindest person I have ever known. The world would be a more peaceful, beautiful place if everyone had a Nonna to teach them about selfless love and compassion. Despite the ugliness she saw, Nonna decided to cultivate beauty. Here is a piece of her story…
It has been almost three years since my brothers and I brought my mother to her nursing home. As expected, in that time, she has greatly deteriorated. No longer feisty, she is complacent. No longer mobile, instead of wandering the halls, she sits in a wheelchair. Her speech is spotty at best. It is so
After all, at 46, I am much more aware of who I am. Yes, I am still finding and learning more about myself each day, but I have finally learned to like myself. My whole self. And not to care so much about what others think of me. And at 46, I can even laugh at myself!
What I’m about to tell you, I’d like you to read, then immediately forget, ok? Ok, here is goes. *deep breath* I am going to be FORTY next year. The big 4-0. Ugh. And I have to tell you, I’ve been noticing signs of aging creep up lately: little wrinkles around my
So 2016 is the year I turn forty. I’m not sure how well I’m going to handle it. I’m constantly reading posts with titles like “Life Begins at Forty!” and “Forty is When Life Gets Good!”. Hmmm…. Well, I’m trying to stay positive as I hurtle toward this milestone but lately I’ve definitely been feeling
So…my birthday is coming up. I met this fabulous woman in graduate school who absolutely loved her birthday. She would begin reminding us about her birthday several months in advance and when it finally arrived she would be a ray of sunshine all day long. She turned her birthday into an excuse for ALL of
This week I’ll celebrate another birthday…which is much better than the alternative. Now officially in my late 40’s, I’m not so happy about the rapidly multiplying gray hairs threading along my hairline, nor am I thrilled with the lines that have appeared along my forehead or around my eyes. But even as mid-life’s inevitable physical
“Anything you think is wrong with your body at the age of 35 you will be nostalgic for at the age of 45” – Nora Ephron A few weeks ago, I was looking for baby pictures of my son and I came across a few photos of myself from 10 years ago. My first thought