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Return to sender

Return to sender

When I was a kid, there was nothing I loved more on a hot, sticky Midwest summer day than lying on the living room couch in the air conditioning, reading a book, changing position only when my elbows and back got too stiff from propping me up or my arms fell asleep...
A history of caring

A history of caring

One of the first doctors I met when we moved to Prescott was Dr. John Oakley. By the time I met him in early 2013 at a local non-profit for end-of-life education, he’d been retired for a number of years. I didn’t notice the building I was sitting in was named the...
Rolling Along

Rolling Along

The other day I got to ask a dozen seniors questions about their lives.  I learned one woman had been a true “Rosie the Riveter” in her earlier days.  Another man held a summer job at a dude ranch that ended up closing down and came back home having traded his...
Wish list 

Wish list 

My purse is stuffed with Christmas lists from the residents at our assisted living. I am happy to report that folks in their later years still think candy and chocolate are good gift choices. The lists are short and mostly practical—slippers, scarves, hand lotion,...
I love a parade  

I love a parade  

It’s a helpless feeling when your car won’t start. It’s even worse when you’re waiting to roll through Prescott as Float No. 50 in the Veterans’ Day Parade, and there’s a Vietnam veteran sitting in the front seat next to you looking forward to being a part of it. “I...