Change is unavoidable – It’s part of life.
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Change is unavoidable – It’s part of life.
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Snow has fallen in my neck of the woods, and I am here writing. The sun is now shining, and I am appreciating the beauty that winter storms bring. It’s December, the time of year when everyone contemplates the meaning of their lives and anticipates the new year. This year has been difficult for so…
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At my age, I want to share what I know. I am not sure why. Maybe it’s because I understand life is short, unpredictable, and full of ups and downs. And I want young people not to experience what I did or make the mistakes I made. Earlier this summer, I wrote an original list…
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I’ve always dreamed of writing from a castle in France or an 18th-century renovated Victorian house in New England overlooking the sea. Does that surprise you? Don’t all writers? I am not anywhere near that dream. Instead, I am in a coffee shop in a suburb of the larger Denver metro area. Don’t get me…
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I don’t usually write listicles, but sometimes you have to break your own writing rules, right? These are short nuggets of wisdom, but I believe good advice from a sixty-year-old, eclectic, hippie-ish, unapologetic thinker who has experienced a full life, from the depths to the highs. Learn more about me here, if you’d like. In…
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“We bereaved are not alone. We belong to the largest company in all the world — the company of those who have known suffering.” — Helen Keller On the evening of Oct 2nd, 2020, I received the dreaded phone call. He had died. He died in the middle of kidney dialysis. They said he experienced cardiac arrest, a heart…
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My uncle died on Christmas day, 12/25/21. Even though he was in hospice, his death feels unexpected. Let me explain. My uncle was the last of his generation in my family and my longest living relative. He lived ninety-six mostly good years, especially here in the U.S. A quiet but active introvert, uncle Vicente…
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The guitar is a small orchestra. It is polyphonic. Every string is a different color, a different voice. – Andres Segovia, Spanish classical guitarist In the corner leaning against the wall, you would have found my mahogany Spanish guitar and its case on the floor, dusty and worn, and you would have thought nothing of…
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Every day is a mind-fight lately. Every single day. I am addicted to news, and it is harming me. I need to put away my phone and focus on what I can change or improve, not on everything that goes on everywhere. Can you relate to this? You might be like me and need…
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I thought the world had ended this morning. I live in a neighborhood near a lovely walking path. My habit now is taking a walk first thing after getting out of bed. Most mornings, I hear the birds singing, cars leaving their garages heading to work, and traffic in the distance. There is usually some…
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