You Can Get High on Giving Bookmark and Share

You Can Get High on Giving

My most recent lesson learned is that giving can be addictive. Sadly, it’s taken me until age 44 to discover that.

Much as I would love to identify myself as a generous person, I can’t honestly say I am. I donate to various charities each year. I volunteer at my daughter’s school. I generally think kind thoughts about people. But true, heartfelt generosity often alludes me, especially if it’s going to take me outside my comfort zone.

But this month, I learned something about giving. I’m fortunate to work for a college that has an ...

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I Finally Admit I Cannot Change the World Bookmark and Share

I Finally Admit I Cannot Change the World

NOTE: This post was actually written Saturday, Sept. 23, 2017, but it had been so long since I posted that I had to wait until my husband (a.k.a, personal IT guy) returned from a weekend trip to help me.

Today was supposed to be the last day of My URL was up for renewal and it had been one year, five months and one day since I had written my last post. Sounds a bit like a confessional and perhaps in a way it is.

For a month, I had debated whether to keep the site ...

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Sometime Grief Is Unexpectedly Purple Bookmark and Share

Sometime Grief Is Unexpectedly Purple

I have never been one to mourn celebrities. Some big ones have died in the past year, and while I thought their deaths unfortunate and sad, I never felt compelled to express my emotions on Facebook or anywhere else. It all seemed a tad silly to me to shed tears over someone you had never met.

And yet, this morning I could barely pull myself out of bed. A fog has surrounded my brain all day. I am exhausted with overwhelming melancholy I cannot shake. I want to crawl into bed and wake up to a new day. I haven ...

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Surviving Midlife Requires a Little Help from Your Friends Bookmark and Share

A friend of mine turned 41 last month, and she mentioned that she wanted her 30s back. I found her comment intriguing because at the ripe old age of 42, I (usually) don’t feel that way at all.

Sure, I wouldn’t mind my 30-something metabolism and lack of age spots, but what I recall of my 30s is that they were some of the most stressful years of my life. You couldn’t pay me enough to repeat them.

As I pondered my friend’s statement, though, I remembered how I felt turning 41. It kind of sucked ...

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A Night in My College Town Made Me Feel Young -- and Really Old Bookmark and Share

A Night in My College Town Made Me Feel Young -- and Really Old

If you want to feel delightfully young and horrifically ancient at the same time, go out on a Saturday night with your former roommate and your husbands in the town you where you went to college.

This is the lesson I learned recently while sipping a sugary Long Island iced tea the size of a Big Gulp (only $4!). This disgusting concoction seemed like a great idea after four glasses of wine and a comment from the bartender that I was old enough to be his mother.

OK, so that’s an exaggeration. What actually happened is I told the ...

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