What images and sights let you know you are home?

Doing nothing is very hard to do…you never know when you are finished.

What must I do to be at peace with myself so that I may live presently and die gracefully holding both at the same time? 

Predictably, as we grow older, we are more likely to walk hand-in-hand with grief. These past few weeks, I have connected with three friends and some family members, worried about parents, spouses, or children. Some are coping with their own health issues…

Will your husband say he would rather you read: a cookbook, a diet book or a book to improve your vocabulary? Where, specifically, will your husband say is the one place in your house or apartment that you always forget to clean? 

I am excited and nervous as I start this new chapter. I expect that, like that little girl stepping off a plane in a new country all those years ago, it will not take long for me to feel settled in..

Trees are imperfect and complicated and just like us, they can be laid bare by life’s storms…

These days, Sunday mornings mean lingering in bed with a second cup of coffee, the love of my life by my side…

A home is not simply a building; it is the shelter around the intimacy of a life.

Do you feel old for your age? Young for your age? Just right?

“My mother chewed parsley after meals. She loved to bathe in water scented with orange blossoms…”

Friday morning. It is a glorious morning filled with potential, yet I have been sitting here for the last two hours, aimlessly browsing the internet and playing a few games of addiction solitaire…

I’m eighty now and I live alone, a situation so common that you might even say loneliness goes hand in hand with being old, that the old are experts in loneliness.”…

The analogy of a puzzle has been a constant in my life. Whenever I did not understand something or got mired down in research without reaching a conclusion, I would ask myself, what is that missing puzzle piece…

You may think I am too focused on growing old as you read this. But no, it is only that I am keenly aware this week that I am paddling north…

When we were young, we needed external validation. And hopefully, we got it. Along life’s journey, we turn to self-validation. But I think my ability to practice self-validation may have been stunted…

Despair compresses you into a small space, and a depression is literally a hollow in the ground. To dig deeper into the self, to go underground, is sometimes necessary…

Older women are forging the kind of partnerships they want because society now allows different types of relationships…

He sleeps up next to me like he always does. Says it soothes his soul. But it’s my restlessness that gets calmed with his big old body next to mine.

Managing my mental health is very nearly a full-time job. I don’t take it lightly, because the stakes are high. Like many of us, I have a mind that is a very dangerous neighbourhood…