An Evening with Mother

An Evening with Mother

When you have reached the age of 101, many things change. Once important things are discarded. People begin to fade away. They dress in beige, grey or black. Perhaps a navy blue jacket is worn to liven things up. These ladies have “let the old woman in,” as my sister famously quoted. Not every woman allows this. My Mother loves bright color. She dresses every day, in a way that suggests she is about to go to an elegant luncheon….

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Guest Dog and more

Guest Dog and more

I have a visiting dog. Her name is Lulu. That is short for Lucretia Borgia. She is sweet and unassuming and loving. She was sad when her Dad left her here with me. But he (my son in law) had taken the precaution of getting her a new tag with my phone number and address on it. She is well loved at home. And since they must be away for 2 weeks, what better place than at Gramma’s house? She…

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A Post Borrowed

A Post Borrowed

Women Can’t Have It All This post Women Can?t Have It All was originally published on Intellectual Takeout by Annie Holmquist. Oct. 11 marks the International Day of the Girl. An initiative by the United Nations, the Day of the Girl aims to help galvanize worldwide enthusiasm for goals to better girls lives, providing an opportunity for them to show leadership and reach their full potential. Day of the Girl celebrations in the U.S. seek to dismantle the patriarchy and…

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If your phone dies?

If your phone dies?

On Thursday afternoon I was looking up tips for opening remarks on the Internet. I am speaking about Care for the Caregiver this week, and want to make my audience laugh. It is pretty gruesome subject, so laughter is helpful. I found some good information and decided to take a photo of the suggestions that a particular website recommended. And my phone camera works wonderfully for that sort of thing. It is an (almost brand new) 3-month-old Apple iPhone XS….

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Daughters Day…

Daughters Day…

Before today I had never heard of it. But apparently it is a real thing. Daughters Day. It will one day be as important as Mothers Day which is a totally “made up” Holiday that has never been very important to me. Every day Mothers give whole heartedly to their children. Every day they love them more than they love themselves. Every second they worry about them when they are small, and as they get bigger the worries grow with…

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The Dinner Roll

The Dinner Roll

Dinner at the White House – a parable I borrowed this because I believe it is so important to remember. This was written about President Obama. It seems especially pertentent now.Bonnie B. Matheson by Richard Gleaves Once upon a time, I was invited to the White House for a private dinner with the President. I am a respected businessman, with a factory that produces memory chips for computers and portable electronics. There was some talk that my industry was being…

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9/11/2001 You Are Not a Victim

9/11/2001 You Are Not a Victim

On that horrible day 9,11, 2001, so many people were killed (nearly 3000) when the World Trade Center’s came down, some people despaired for the future. The Pentagon was attacked, and that plane crashed in a Pennsylvania field. A shocking and life-changing experience for all of us. For the actual victims of the attack, it meant death or post-traumatic stress syndrome for the survivors. They were victims in a real sense. Osama bin Laden and al-Qaeda brought Afghanistan to the…

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Grateful every single morning

Grateful every single morning

So this will be short. A picture is worth one thousand words, isn’t it? And I have a couple that show the way I feel when the sun is just up and my time is my own before others awaken. Our mornings have been spectacular the last few days. Awe-inspiring and just lovely. For me, they produce a rush of gratitude for being alive. Not everyone I love is able to experience this natural beauty. Both my mother and my…

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I Will Find a Way or Make One

I Will Find a Way or Make One

Holton-Arms School is my Alma Mater. Miss Lurton and Miss Brown were my first mentors, and they were admirable women. I revered them and tried to live a life of which they would have approved. When I went back to college at 50 to get my BA in psychology, it made me smile to think of how Miss Brown would feel. She would be happy to know I did this at last, late in life. Of course, now I realize…

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