When I started reading All the Light We Cannot See, it was hard for me to ponder the places, the characters or even pay attention to the story. For several short chapters, I was simply lost in the magic of the words.
I was thinking, recently, about the books that influenced me when I was growing up. I don’t remember what I was reading – or having read to me – when I was 5, but, I do remember being obsessed with the Nancy Drew series of books when I was around 12.
Sixty and Me is a community of women on a journey to get the most of life after 60 and to release the memories and regrets that have lingered for decades. So, it is always refreshing and intriguing to get a sneak peek into the lives of eight women doing just that.
Were you a reader as a child? Did you snuggle up in a chair or under the covers at bedtime while an adult read to you? If so, chances are you were impacted by the wisdom found in children’s books.
A few months ago, I found myself without my computer. It had been rushed to the “Apple ER” for repairs and I was told it would be five working days before I’d see it again.
My family hasn’t done a terribly good job at generating cross-generational wealth. There was a time when I thought that my husband and I would be the ones to break our family into the world of the 1%. Then, a series of events, missteps and outright mistakes brought our financial dreams crashing down to Earth.
We are heading into the height of travel season, but sometimes a vacation is not in the cards. A great way to take a minivacation from the comfort of your home is to read books that have a strong sense of place.
My mother died when I was 18. She was only 50. There were no hospices in the United States at the time. So, she died in a very sterile and clinical hospital environment. There were already a few hospices in the U.K. But, it was not until 1974 that the first home-care program for the terminally ill opened in the States…
When I was a little girl, I was so skinny that, if I turned sideways, I would disappear. In fact, I recently found a picture of myself as a teenager and couldn’t help taking a few moments to celebrate the one time in my life that I didn’t have to think about my weight.
I love fashion. Color, texture and style have always had a powerful impact on my life. For example, when I am shopping, I often will tune into my color of the day based on my mood. Then, I find myself attracted to items in that color family.