aging
Aging with grace and beauty. Embrace age with aging advice, tips, and tricks.
An Elder...or just...getting older?
In his book, Saturn Returns:Thinking Astrologically, author Tom Jacobs poses a very interesting idea, to be sure. It is not that he outright asks the question (because it really was not asked but was more of a statement) but that the question has been in my head since I read the passage - Do I want to Become Elder, or, am I just going to follow everyone else and just get older?
By Roxanne Cottell4 years ago in Longevity
Aging as Disease
It started with a simple request from my 74 year old mom to “help her understand this stuff.” That is not meant as any sort of knock on her at all. She is an extremely intelligent woman. However she has no training in science or math or statistics and frankly not much interest in them either.
By Everyday Junglist4 years ago in Longevity
Life's Greatest Lessons
On May 1, 1940, in a small community known as Grove Park, Glenn Moffett was born. Located in the North West part of Atlanta GA, Grove park was home to a primarily lower middle class, mainly white, population. This was the kind of town where the local grocery store, church, and school were all accessible within a five-mile radius. Alongside his extended family, Glenn spent the entire period of his youth growing up in this community. His childhood home was located on an elevated piece of property known as “the hill”, a place where only him and his extended family (this includes cousins, uncles/aunts, and grandparents) resided. Glenn likes to describe his experience growing up in a neighborhood that was mutually exclusive to his own kin as one that is like the dynamics of a commune. Everyone living on “the hill” watched out for each other. Glenn recalls many of his daily activities always being done in the company of various family members.
By Kate Moffett4 years ago in Longevity
Planting Roots
As I loaded my last bag in the car, I looked back one last time up the driveway almost as to take a mental picture. The feeling of gratitude came rushing over, like a fresh breeze on a hot summer day. I had long envisioned this moment of departure from my childhood home. It was hardly the first time I left, but this time I made a definitive decision to make it my last. This moment feels bitter sweet, quite like the fruit of the pear tree that falls from the branches creeping over from the next yard. There is a small fear tingling inside that something will drag me back again, but it is silenced as soon as the car pulls off.
By B Crawford4 years ago in Longevity
