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Another Look at Grace
I do not understand the mystery of grace-only that it meets us where we are but does not leave us where it found us. Anne Lamott When I chose, Aging with Grace, as the title for my blog, I did a lot of thinking about grace and what it means to me. Over the past…
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Retrospection
What you see before you, my friend, is the result of a life time of chocolate Katherine Hepburn A life time of chocolate and a myriad of other influences. All the wrinkles, white hair and extra pounds have been earned. As we age, our past experiences and choices have a way of catching up with…
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Adjustments Required
The pessimist complains about the wind; the optimist expects it to change; the realist adjusts the sails. William Arthur Ward Finding the perfect coffee maker has been a struggle for us. We have been through a few Keurig. Unfortunately, for us they don’t last long. I am fine with my little French Press, however, my…
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Abundance isn’t Always Simple
She gives us hope that adversity can be overcome and it’s possible to find a way back.
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Who Do You Follow?
Tell me who you follow and I will tell you who you are. Andre Breton I ran across this quote in Notes on my phone. I have everything from the garage door code to a list of books I want to read on this app. In this case, seeing this particular quote was a bit…
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Juggling Your Life
I dropped my juggling balls and my face grew embarrassed. It wasn’t’t until then that I looked around the circus of life and noted all were too consumed on their own juggling act to see. That’s when I learned to have fun, and kick the balls instead. Stefanie Schneider As I become older there will…
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You’ve Got Mail
I have always felt there was something sacred in a piece of paper that traveled the earth from hand to hand, head to head, heart to heart. Robert Michael Pyle Both my mother and my grandmother were prolific letter writers. I felt guilty that I sometimes procrastinated in answering those notes and when I did…
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September
Autumn seemed to have arrived suddenly that year. The morning of the first September was crisp and golden as an apple. J.K. Rowlings The days grow shorter, there is a chill in the evening air. Soon it will be time to light a fire in the grate and put an extra duvet on the bed.…
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Aging with Grace 