
On living a long life
People ask me, “How does it feel to come into your 90th year?” Here’s what I tell them.
People ask me, “How does it feel to come into your 90th year?” Here’s what I tell them.
Life never asks for permission before it shifts. One day, everything feels steady, predictable, familiar. The next, you’re standing in the middle of change you never saw coming, or worse, change you saw coming but didn’t want to face.
President Trump has put the proposed 25% tariff against Canada on hold. It was a bad idea from the start and should be canceled altogether.
Anti-voter bills like the “SAVE Act” would make it harder for millions of Americans to vote.
My new year’s resolution this year is to do better regardless of conditions. It will be tricky to track and the math will be fuzzy.
You should go skating—crawling, I ought to say—over a pond of glare ice this winter. Take the pond you are most familiar with. Go early on a bright day, before any skater arrives, and lying flat upon the clear, “black” ice, study the bottom of the pond and the fish that swim below you.
The drawer to the left of our kitchen stove is our useful drawer. After a while, it also holds a lot of things that get shoved there when we want to clear things off the counter.
The weather is set to be cold, extremely cold, this week, with temperatures dipping below zero degrees at night for a few days. Today is Saturday, Jan. 18, and I’m sitting here in my favorite chair, wrapped in a blanket, and I can’t help but think about makes a winter truly cozy.
In the winter months, it seems few are safe from some kind of illness — flu, COVID-19, norovirus, colds.
The first Saturday night of 2025 at Skate Place brought out the youth. Holiday visitors had said their farewells and travelers had returned home. Classes were to resume that Monday.