Still Advocating
Writings of a retired educator, advocate, & baby boomer

The fall happened in my kitchen on Friday, June 13. Given the date, I should have been more careful. It was quite dramatic and frightening as the glass teapot I was taking to the sink to wash slipped out of my hand and shattered, covering me and the kitchen in shards of glass. I fell trying to prevent the inevitable disaster. I was lucky as I only had a few minor cuts. After rinsing myself off in the shower to be sure there was no glass in my hair or on my body, a couple of B

Still fighting!   We don’t like to talk about it. We kid about it, but avoid sharing our deeper fears. Some of us are struggling with...

I hope I look as good as my mother did when I turn 80.

I hate how the specter of this disease still haunts my thoughts and informs some of the choices I make. COVID has made me feel old.

Early in the pandemic, when everything was shut down, my iPhone decided to throw in the towel. I ordered a new one online and...

Our first TV behind our first baby, who is riding a low-tech wooden giraffe Our first TV was a wedding gift from my grandparents, which...

During a recent hospitalization, someone came into my room and asked me that. Without my iPhone close at hand, I panicked for a second....

Despite efforts to make people’s perception of pain quantifiable or more objective (think all of those pain scale ratings, zero being no...

2013 — Just retired and on a trip When I was 65, I stepped down from being Executive Director of Cherry Preschool to mentor the new...

“You can’t understand someone until you’ve walked a mile in their shoes.” — American saying, author unknown Part of aging is the physical...