I've watched too many friends wonder why their grown kids only visit on holidays, if that. They can't figure out where things went wrong. But here's what I've learned after raising three kids into their thirties: respect isn't automatic just because you're the parent. It's earned through countless ...Read More
The drive home from that doctor's appointment took exactly seventeen minutes. I know because I counted every single one of them, replaying those three words over and over in my head. "At your age." The doctor hadn't meant anything cruel by it. She was just explaining why she wanted ...Read More
Looking back, I can pinpoint the exact moment it hit me. It was a Thursday morning in late September, three months after I turned 60. I was sitting in my home office, the one I'd dreamed about having for decades, staring at a to-do list with nothing on it. Not because ...Read More
When I first heard Alan Watts speak about joining the dance of change, I was sitting in my home office, three months into retirement, wondering what the hell I was supposed to do with myself. The corporate world had spit me out at 62 during a downsizing, and ...Read More
Last week, I found myself sitting in my garage, holding a box of old photographs from 1978. There I was, 26 years old, standing in front of my first apartment with that ridiculous mustache I thought made me look sophisticated. But what really stopped me cold wasn't the fashion ...Read More
You know that friend who seems to have it all together? The one with the perfect morning routine, the organized life, the predictable schedule? I used to think that was the pinnacle of adulting. Turns out, sometimes the most put-together people are the ones quietly falling apart inside. We ...Read More