“My sister taught our family how to live. She also taught us how to die when she was diagnosed with terminal cancer,” my good friend tells me.
When November winds blow and leaves begin to fall, we might as well get our party duds cleaned and ready to wear. Holiday festivities and get-togethers are just ahead.
I really don’t want my column to be about me. However, at 66 years old, I’ve had some “incidents” in my life that could be learning experiences for some readers. So after much debate, I’m willing to share.
Some baby boomers best understand books that you hold in your hands, the kind that line library shelves according to the Dewey Decimal System.
Denton is not the small town I moved to in the early 1970s. Our little haven has grown — despite varying opinions regarding how that growth should take place. New industry such as Peterbilt Motors came onto the scene in 1980. I was blessed to be one of the first employees there.
When I wrote February’s column about senior bullying, it was written with a sincere desire to begin conversations about the subject. Enthusiastic feedback tells me the subject interests many.
When you think of bullying, you probably think of adolescents harassing other children. That’s what I thought, too — before I learned that bullying is not limited to children.
Sometimes my husband thinks I’m a bit too chatty. He gets annoyed when I talk to people I don’t know. But hey, I’m a Southern girl. I think it is perfectly OK to strike up a conversation with anyone, anywhere.
Afeeling of nostalgia swept over me as I pulled into the driveway of the inviting cottage with the red door. The pristine lawn was perfectly manicured and the setting reminded me of lilacs and wisteria. Some would say the house had great “street appeal.” I differ. It said “welcome home” to me.
The morning of my latest “incident” started off uneventfully enough. After watching the televised weather report to learn if it would be a spring-like winter day or require layers upon layers of clothing, I dressed in a hurry. Almost ready to go out the door, I paused and mentally questioned myself for readiness.
You can learn a few life lessons if you study a roll of toilet paper. For example, have you ever noticed that the closer you come to the end of the roll, the faster it goes? It is sort of like the end of the year. When fall festivals and pumpkins arrive, you might as well start gathering your income tax documents for your accountant.
Taped to the top of my desk is a hurriedly written quote in my handwriting: “People reveal themselves.” Although I have no idea where I heard it, nor when I recorded it, it has been most meaningful to me. It goes along with the quote I heard as a child, “First impressions are usually correct.”