Years ago, when my 4 older granddaughters were still young, I lived on the East Coast and they lived on the West. It worked for us, at least temporarily, as a great communication vehicle. Together we tried some pretty creative ways to stay connected. The blog below is actually a magazine column I wrote when my granddaughter, Laura, was about…
There I was in a long line with my grocery cart. The lady at the front – the OCD woman with 30 clipped magazine coupons to scan, each of which will save her 1.5 cents – was proudly waving her fanned collection at the checker as if she were about to be a big winner in Reno. This was going…
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…