Well, here we are - four full years into the new forty today. Today I am 54 - one lone year from being officially old enough to order off the senior menu. Yippee!!!! No really - YIPPEE!!!! I am happy to still be on the planet as not everyone gets to stick around until my [...]
Tag: gratitude
Courage defined.
Today I want to share with you something that was shared on the U.S. Department of Veterans Affairs Facebook Page. I re-posted it on Veteran Suicides - America's Shame Facebook Page, but I thought I should share it with all of you as well. I think we are too often divorced from the realities of [...]
The gift…
I want to thank the middle school music teachers, Mrs. Larson and Ms. Schwartz. They gave me a great gift last year when Cheyenne wanted to quit playing viola. They convinced her to stay with it for another year. They did what I could not - they provided a rationale she thought had merit. And [...]
Are you conscious of your treasures?
Today, I am reminded of Thorton Wilder's well-known quote about gratitude: "We can only be said to be alive in those moments when our hearts are conscious of our treasures." Thanksgiving is a day of purposeful consciousness. We surround ourselves with family and friends who are dear to us and we give thanks for our [...]
The lesser of evils…
On Sunday Tim Koester became a hero when he pulled an unconscious man from a burning vehicle in the Fargo Hardee's parking lot. The unconscious man, Ryan Joseph Fox, was apparently intoxicated. He was arrested on suspicion of driving under the influence. Bummer for him, but really the lesser of two evils. If not for Tim Koester, Ryan Fox's interaction with [...]
A joyous cry…
Barbara Wang made me cry and rejoice the other day. The tears weren't bad ones - they weren't even big ones. They were the kind of tears that well up in your eyes when your heart smiles so big that it leaks out of your eyes. It was more than a happy cry - it was [...]
Flawed, funky, and on occasion, fabulous!
Three years - or in The New Forty count - one thousand and ninety-five days. Whoa. I need to step back and take a breath. I really wasn't sure if I had it in me at the outset. Ah, but the proof is in the pudding. Apparently, there is all kinds of "stuff" in me [...]
THE NEW FORTY 