Yesterday I opened the dusty file cabinet of my memories to search for lullabies. As my ten-month-old grandson rubbed his eyes in a clear signal that he had reached his current limit of exploring the world of his living room . . . as he tired of playing with the doorstop, of trying to reach […]
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If we were to subject our visitors to a modern form of torture by forcing them to endure a tour of our basement storage shelves, the astute observer would immediately diagnose a bad case of java jeopardy in our house. The malady is apparent from the different models of coffee makers now relegated to a future of dust
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Upon attaining Medicare and Social Security age, we are immediately (if not previously) relegated to the trash can status of societal leech and entitlement hog. Accused by younger types of the impending collapse of the country’s economy by how we will soon overwhelm the system, the logical, if unspoken choice would be to slit our
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When you’re retired, holiday decorating takes on a new, stress-free flavor. Some might call this the Grinch mode.
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When you retire, it’s a great time to learn new skills while no longer chasing cars. From the safe perspective of time and distance, we can all review our lives and notice the milestones, the pitfalls and missed opportunities and vow to do better in the future. This is especially true of writers. In my
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In my wildest dreams I would have never imagined that retirement would mean a shed for me and a shed for Lemonade Man. Yet here we are, less than a year after my official departure from 9 to 5 routines, divorcing his tools and lawn equipment from my garden seeds and outdoor entertainment paraphernalia. He
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If you are not attending a family picnic on July 4, you run the risk of being labeled un-American. For some of us, the holiday is a perfect time to attend or organize a family reunion. A chapter of my book, “Letters from Home: Adventures with Mad Mother, Lemonade Man and the Kid,” (the book
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Remember the character of Prissy in the movie “Gone With the Wind?” “I don’t know nothin’ ’bout birthin’ no babies, Miz Scarlett!” she whined. Well, neither did I, until 30 days ago. But I’m referring now to birthing a book business. I just can’t seem to help myself. Once a workaholic, always one . .
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Everyone I used to know in my former life asks if I’m enjoying retirement. Well, the answer is “yes and no.” It’s wonderful not to live by the clock and a weekly deadline anymore . . . to sleep in until 7 or even 8. To put off cleaning the house and doing laundry
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I’m considering giving up Valentine’s Day for Lent. I know, I know! I’ve got the holiday order totally reversed. But what do old farts need with Valentines anyway? I say this, because, as I proudly presented my mate with his annual little Russell Stovers’ four-pack and a funny card that outlined my old-age-imperfect love, he
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