“Wisdom is with the aged, and understanding in length of days.” Job 12:12
I want to live until I’m at least 100 years old. But I only want to live that long if I have vitality.
The United Nations predicts that by 2050, the number of older persons worldwide will double to about 1.5 billion.
Getting old is like climbing a mountain; you get a little out of breath but the view is much better”. ~~ Ingrid Bergman
Getting older can take its toll on our bodies. But old age doesn’t mean we dry out, crumble, and turn to ashes.
Lesson #2. It was harder than I thought.
Podcasting might seem easy but it’s not for the faint of heart.
My first attempt at audio broadcasting started with an online radio station on BlogTalk radio in 2014. I thought having a radio station was cool. But I also thought it was the best way to reach the single moms who are my target audience.
I found the online radio process of moving from setup to actual broadcasting convoluted. Fortunately, I discovered podcasting from John Lee Dumas’ Podcast Launch.
It took me a while to pivot to podcasting because fear held…
Murdering yourself doesn’t solve anything
My doctor put me on Prozac to reduce the symptoms of depression. But they didn’t help. I still wanted to end my life. I didn’t have a Prozac deficiency. I needed solutions to the many problems I had.
I stumbled around life in a fog. I had gone from a vibrant, confident woman to a hollowed-out desperate child. I kept hearing voices in my head. “Jump in front of that oncoming train”. “Let the steering wheel go while you’re driving”. ”Take them all now.”
I had gone from a vibrant, confident woman to a hollowed-out…
You find ways to manage because you just have to
Unexpected disaster happens to us all. How we deal with the results will determine the direction our life takes going forward. We can let an unexpected disaster destroy our dreams, pulverize our mindset, and keep us powerless . Or we can find empowering ways to recover, learn, grow, and become stronger because of it.
Lately, we have been dealing with a myriad of the unexpected. We are cowering in our homes, afraid to go outside because of the novel coronavirus. …
The father who wasn’t mine but the only father I knew.
I never knew my father. I don’t know what it’s like to look into my hero’s eyes. Feel his arms around me. See the look of love and pride, looking back at me.
My grandfather. Everyone called him Pa. He was my father and until his death, my mother.
A product of an English father and an African mother, he didn’t look like me. But he loved me. Cause I was his flesh and blood.
Pa never said I love you.
But I knew his love for me ran…
Prospect park. Love of my life
You embrace me when I wander
Through your maze of maple trees
As I walk towards you
When too long a time has passed
Goose bumps rise all over me
Like a lover anticipating
Her soulmate who has been gone too long
When sadness overwhelm
You take the time to share a hug
Perhaps this is not proper form
To tell you how I feel
But how else can I enunciate
The power of your touch
And don’t say you have no skills
I was having one of those days. Nothing was functioning right. Except my lizard brain. I keep getting this brilliant idea in my head that I have no meaningful skills. Nothing to offer anyone.
My twenty something year old son asked me what I meant by I had no skills.
“I don’t know anything” I said.
I told him I liked writing but didn’t think I was any good at it.
He blinked. Looked me in the eye and said, “Then write”.
Even after six years of blogging. …
My fingers slipped along the slimy surface of the concrete. Was it my imagination or was the angry water below nipping away at my toes?
I can’t swim, my mind whispered. Please don’t let me fall.
Self doubt crept in like a dark shadow slithering over my soul.
Heavy panting choked off my scream.
I was sure no one could hear me. They were asleep. Like I should be. But I wanted to get a head start.
I had made this jump so many times before. Even in a thunderstorm. But this time my heart wasn’t in it.
You can reduce the stress of working from home while your kids can’t go to school. But it takes mindful planning to create the ideal balance.
I’ve been working from home on Mondays or both Mondays and Fridays for most of the past ten years. This was a way for me to keep some semblance of sanity while being a solo mom who worked long hours for some extremely busy professionals.
However, these are difficult times and almost everyone, especially in large cities are being asked to stay home due to the spread of coronavirus. While working from home normally…
A call for help from a neighbor
I noticed him standing across the street, as I waited for the lights to change.
He swayed. With his hands held out to the side, he gripped the chain link fence behind him and swayed again. This time less so. I watched him warily as all kinds of thoughts filtered through my mind. “Was he drunk this early in the morning”?
I thought about going the other way but standing still I continued to watch as he desperately tried to stay vertical.
I held tight to the large package of toilet paper I…