Generations & families

Don’t Call Me Coach! Three Questions To Ask All Of Your Professional Advisors

Don’t Call Me Coach! Three Questions To Ask All Of Your Professional Advisors

After college, Bill went straight to work in his city government August 1, 1972.  On the day he began his employment he already knew his retirement date: 30 years to the day hence. He married Sue. They bought a house. Eventually, the two kids, Tim and Julie, came along. The family was active in their neighborhood association and their church.…

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After 50 Paradox: I Miss The Kids. I’m So Happy They Are All Grown Up.

After 50 Paradox: I Miss The Kids. I’m So Happy They Are All Grown Up.

  We had lunch with a 4-year-old and her mother the other day. I was reminded, yet again, that I live in an After 50 paradox. I still miss the kids in very small but important ways almost every day. Yet, I am so glad they are grown up and living their own lives. This particular 4-year-old is very bright,…

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The Return Of The 10’ Christmas Tree

The Return Of The 10’ Christmas Tree

Part One I admit it. By the time the boys were teenagers, my enthusiasm for decorating for the holidays, putting up a large Christmas tree, hanging lights on the house, and later taking it all down and putting it away again was so minuscule it could only be detected through a microscope. This was eventually followed by the day when…

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If You Are Going To Ask My Granddaughter A Question, Please Make It A Smart One

If You Are Going To Ask My Granddaughter A Question, Please Make It A Smart One

  There was a time, actually not so long ago, when we made choices and they stayed made.  We chose among a menu of options and decided on  just one.  We chose an employer, spouse, educational path, profession, home and community. We decided what our primary assumptions, preferences and loyalties were.   Once our choices were made it took a…

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In Praise of Traveling with Granddaughters

In Praise of Traveling with Granddaughters

SFO Airport/San Francisco. 3:00 am PDT. Three of my granddaughters (ages 7, 11, 14) and I are flying to the East Coast.  Their 17-year-old sister is already at our house.  Accustomed to flying together, the girls and I are a moving combination of jocular and somnambulant.  We have a 5:00 a.m. departure with a connection to make in Denver.  Ever…

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