Yoga has become a household word. In the seventies when I started practicing, hardly anyone knew what yoga was. Today, it’s understood as a wonderful practice for physical, mental, emotional and spiritual well-being. We use it in schools, hospitals, mediation centers, and some of us even use it to enhance our sex lives and deepen …more

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“Thank you,” said the teen. She added excitedly, “I never knew these things about my father.” My high school students didn’t often say thank you, and every compliment is a teacher’s greatest treasure, hoarded up like memorabilia. This one came after students engaged in a family history project. Our creative writing class at Cane Ridge …more

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I’ve previously talked about the reasons for homesharing. If you are a single adult somewhere past the age of 40, it makes sense from a financial perspective to share your housing costs with someone else. It also makes sense to have a companion and not live alone. You can watch TV together, share a cup …more

I should have had the sense to put the brakes on before my daughter, her husband and I committed to buying a house together. I should have held out and demanded promises in writing. Each item I presented for discussion was dismissed before my list hit the table. “These are all common sense.” Her husband …more

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“Hi Spud.” The friendly male voice from behind my left shoulder caught me off guard. Spud? I thought. Who would ever want to call me Spud? I hardly knew anyone in this room. Yes, I was from Idaho, but we were basically a room full of strangers at this annual meet and greet in Las …more

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You probably haven’t thought about a roommate since college! Ah, but you are now somewhere between 40 and 70 and you find yourself living alone. You’ve heard about this new “movement” where single adults are trying a new version of communal living (homesharing) called the Golden Girls Lifestyle (like the TV show)…and you realize that …more

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In the early 1960’s, when I was seven, my mother took me to a bar every Saturday morning. We would walk to the back of the bar toward the narrow, dimly lit stairway leading down to the basement. That’s where I met a handful of other kids waiting for the Saturday morning Polish language class. …more

“Every new beginning comes from some other beginning’s end.” (Seneca) I suspected for a couple of years that ‘things’ within me were not too good, a once-enjoyable job had transformed itself into a draconian chore of almost Herculean proportion, my social existence too had entered a stage of wane – and as for realising any …more

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