Finding Happiness

The four Indonesian boys, all small but ranging in age from 12 to 14, led us along a tree-lined path. The fenceposts to either side of us as we left the island village were sprouting trees, a testament to the proliferating growth and superb soil of these many islands. Read More

I think many of us harbor a secret dream about singing onstage with a rock band. I had this dream fulfilled last week when my choir director, Leah Hokanson, gave us the opportunity to sing with her backup band…
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In past blogs I’ve written about the recognizable pattern to behavior change including five stages: pre-contemplation (I’m not even thinking about changing a behavior)…

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Secrets are tantalizing. And to think I finally cracked the code on the secret to living happily ever after. Read More

As a single woman over 60, I am keenly aware that it’s often tough to feel confident. I sometimes feel like I have to put on my boxing gloves to get out there and stay relevant. After all, we live in a world that equates beauty and talent with youth. Read More

I don’t know about you, but I didn’t really get the concept of acceptance until I hit 59. At that point, I could finally see that my senior years were inevitable. I wasn’t thrilled, but I was willing to put up with them. Mainly because I had no choice…
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Have you ever wondered why you are so hard on yourself at times? Have you wanted to explore something new, like joining a new group you’re interested in? Read More

Hands up from all the women in our community who never made a mistake. If we were in a room together, I can guarantee that no-one would be waving. Ok, maybe there would be one “class clown,” waving her hand, but, anyone who took the request seriously, would be sitting still. Read More

My life mission statement includes living on purpose, so to just mindlessly respond to someone with a “fine” doesn’t seem intentional. I settled for “no complaints” as a purposeful response to the frequent question…
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The other day, I innocently asked my grandson what he would like for his upcoming ninth birthday. He thought for a moment, then gazed intently into my eyes and answered explicitly, “No books, Nana. And nothing you knitted…”
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