by Elaine Taylor A few years ago, I was whining to my daughter about my imminent crossing of that dreaded Rubicon: the Big Five-O. “The best of my life is behind me. I’m entering the period of throat wattles and colonoscopies every five years … and uselessness. Irrelevance.” Being both blunt and wise she said, “Ya know … someone who feels as sorry for herself as you do ought to go out and do something for someone who’s got real problems.” Whoa! A knife to the heart of my pity-party. But how could I not take her advice? Two weeks … Continue reading
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