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Across the generations

Across the generations

This week I had a chance to talk with a class of eighth-graders about the people who live in assisted living and how once upon a time these folks were 14-year-olds too. I asked them to raise their hand if they thought they might live to at least 90, and was impressed...
Just like riding a bike

Just like riding a bike

Our garage has a collection of underused sporting gear hanging from hooks on the wall. Sleeping bags and a tent from the camping trip that happened exactly twice in our 26 years together. A collapsible hula-hoop from my brief stint in a community ed class. (I’ll bet...
Colors of spring

Colors of spring

The other day I bought an Easter egg dye kit, which looked remarkably similar to the one I remember using as a kid many years ago. It seemed like a pretty good deal for two bucks. The eggs, on the other hand, are now a precious commodity so I opened the container to...
Skin deep

Skin deep

I got an unexpected phone call on the way home from work today. It was the dermatologist’s office and I figured they’d say “all good, see you next year.” A spot on my back that hadn’t caused concern last year had decided to stretch itself out enough to warrant a quick...
The simplest gift to give

The simplest gift to give

At my age, I don’t know many people who don’t wear glasses, at least for reading, except for my husband, who likes to pretend he doesn’t need them so he leaves them in the car. This requires me to do dramatic readings of the dinner menu when we go out to eat or he can...