Last month I attended two funerals. The first was for a thirty-year-old young man who had bravely fought illness for 18 months; less than a week later, I attended the second funeral, for a two-year-old baby girl, born already destined for a short life. All funerals make us think about …
Ever since my 40th birthday last year, I’m different. I am calmer, I walk with a skip in my step, I smile more easily and more frequently. I wake up every day feeling the way I do after clearing a closet or organizing my junk drawer . I think it’s because …
My children are growing up so differently than I did. And I can only imagine how differently our parents and grandparents lived. When I was young, we did not own a car. My parents took me to and from school every day. On the bus. When I had a birthday …
