That one time of the day when the voices stop their annoying whispering in my ear.  The shaking of the fingers scolding me for my wasted ...

I used to feel I wanted to be touched. I waited for not only the physical whispering touch on the palm of my hand, but the sweeping t...

My mother, when she was a few years younger than I am now, was home alone most of the time since my father continued to work waiting for ful...

It amuses and amazes me everyday how I have become that old person who looks back on life and wondered how I ever got through it without all...

I have previously written about the unrewarding volunteer work I had been doing at the Public Library.  I started about 6 months ago and ba...

While I like to think I am an upbeat and optimistic person, most people would probably describe me as a little too straight-forward, someti...

When you are old and Wisdom is the only best friend whom you can trot out eagerly to show others the closeness of your friendship, he usua...

Over the recent 4th of July Holiday weekend both my husband and I were sick.  It was strange because my illness was a raspy sore throat and ...

Volunteers are like full blown roses.  They arrive with energy and expectations (perhaps inaccurate), but expectations none the less, that...

It is happening. Slowly the simpleness levels you. Smooths out all the interesting edges, Grays down the highlights, Fades the lowligh...

The best time of the day for me is when I get up around 6:00 AM. The house is very quiet since hubby sleeps in until 7:30 or 8:00.  The ho...

Most houses have ghosts. I am sure that one has heard those whispered conversations heard in the late evening when you are sitting by the ...

I reunited with them both again a few months ago when we attended my husband's S.I.L.'s funeral. They had aged...probably they seem...

Still tripping over my feet on that Memory Lane which has become somewhat overgrown with a large tangle of aging vines. When you are hot, y...

The first is a photo of my hair color about 5 years ago. The second is the color I took with me on the cruise, but I could not seem to get t...

I stopped dying my hair in December of this year. I saw no point in trying to look younger than I am since I no longer worked in an offic...

One of the jokes and truths about retirement is that you lose track of the days of the week and the months of the year. If one does not have...

Onward and Upward For a number of months, if not a number of years, I have imagined my first day of retirement. I kept thinking that the ve...

Anna at Self-Winding found this link which is such a good fit following my earlier post.

I am sitting alone in my room watching the first feathery light flakes of a new snow drift onto the gray shingles of the roof outside my w...