Category Archives: aging

after

When grandchildren leave, everything in the house is covered with what might be confetti. What the heck is that about? (#1027) Continue reading

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Remote

Winter imposes many physical limitations upon those of us who live in snow and ice and slush and cold. It has its compensations. (#1024) Continue reading

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too late

My uncle Ron died last evening in Halifax, Nova Scotia. He was almost 100 years old. Blind from the age of seventeen, he was a driving force in the CNIB, and a genuinely kind man, a secular saint. (#1011) Continue reading

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