I shouldn’t really be surprised that this guy, who seems oblivious to so many things, remembers he had his own pair of tweezers.
My mother’s laugh drew my mind to chatting with my grandmother, weaving a warm blanket of memories for our family.
Stadium sports gave us a way to experience our tribalism peacefully on a massive scale. It was sportsmanship that made us safe.
For my whole life power has been a color scheme with white on top. But that’s changing, and some losing power are fighting to hold on.
Two holiday seasons 50 years apart and we are together again, sharing the best of times in the worst of times. Anything is possible.
At this age, eyes wide open. Trade-offs that might unsettle youngsters are balanced by the satisfaction and security we offer each other.
I’m good to go with this guy, and so grateful that our life experience has prepared us for this moment when our grit becomes a pearl.