The Magic of Matching
Writing Prompt: Dating as an Older Person In 2005, I met Bob — he was 57, and I was 45. The internet magically made our match on a dating website. Before I met him, a string of fellows wandered onto my list of matches. Coffees, lunches, dinners. Ho-hum. One-offs...
Navigation for the Fearful
Writing Prompt #30: Decisions, decisions I’ve had trouble deciding much of anything this past year. So, I may not be thoroughly and clearly responsive to this prompt! It’s not that I haven’t tried to decide. I considered buying a waterfront property — twice! Then I pondered how much money...
My Husband Was a Keeper — In More Ways Than One
No one who knows me would doubt that I adored my late husband, Bob. He meant so much to me. Bob was the kindest person I’ve ever known, truly. He “saw” me, and still loved me — for that, I will be eternally grateful. When we got married, I and my...
My Dignity Went Out the Window
If you’re a parent or have ever tried to help a toddler, you have heard this, “I’ll do it myself.” All three of my now-grown children are different, but they all declared this many times. It’s just the stubborn, trying-to-learn nature of the little human. And apparently, the nature...
Little Things Mean A Lot
Back in the day, three kids meant cram-packed kitchen cabinets. Being well-stocked and never running out of food required planning, money, and adequate space. Living alone in a big house, I can make different choices. Particularly in the grocery shopping department. It’s just me now, and for two years...
The Joy of Moving Things Around (and Out)
Or the surprising benefits of minimizing Have you ever thought about the time you invest in managing all your stuff? Maybe it’s your investment in the caring of things — the yard, the floors, all those windows in your big house. Perhaps you invest emotional energy worrying about upgrading a possession...
What Happens When You Can’t Take It Anymore?
Are you tired of the crap lying around your house? Or in your car? Your workplace? I sure am! Last year, with the Ninja Writers’ encouragement, I embarked on a yearly theme of organization. I started out with Marie Kondo’s book about tidying up. Hubby and I tried to...
3 Things A Caregiver Must Make Time For
So much depends on it I’m not going to mince words. Ask my children. They’ll attest that I am not one prone to beating around the bush. You need to take care of yourself. I’m here, dear reader, to offer some simple tips to keep your life ship from listing...