I stayed in an assisted living facility during my holiday trip back to Boston; briefly and temporarily, not permanently. My parents moved from their rambling, charming, historic house on five acres in New England to a much more circumscribed facility for seniors in a...
Every weekend, I roll to the farmer’s market. Rain or shine. Summer and winter. I’m lucky to live in a part of the world where outdoor markets are well-stocked and supported. This time of year, I go for Nash’s sweet carrots, Russian Kale or Rainbow...
It’s hard to be Leslie. Sometimes. She tries so hard to do everything and be everything. Full tilt at life until it all gets too much for her. When she gets sick, she gets really, really sick. Like many beautiful souls, she wears her luminosity lightly. And when...
What kind of shoes should a man who rarely walks wear? As a child, I wasn’t concerned with my wardrobe, but shoes mattered. On the field or the rink or the court. I was an equal opportunity competitor, so I amassed quite a collection: black Adidas soccer...
I’ve learned a lesson in community building, brought to me, once again, by Gus, a creature of few but consuming passions. His favorite neighborhood store, besides Rainbow Meats where he often gets pork cracklings and marrow bones, is Pioneer Pet Feed and Supply....
Nothing shifts perspective quite like a sudden change in mobility, and I’m always curious about how people process those changes. So I rushed to connect with a woman sporting an ankle boot as I rolled home with Gus who pulled to make contact, too. She told me...
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