BE STRONGER THAN YOUR EXCUSES. That’s all we need to know. Put your excuses aside. Get The Last Gift Box out. Begin your work. It’s your gift.

It is courage to try again. We frame our life, our ideas, our parenting skills, our decorating, our vocabulary in terms of success or failure. What I’ve noticed in the people I deeply admire, who are true to themselves, who are happy, energized, thoughtful, is they have success and failure in their life experience, some public, some private. What these people have is courage to try again. They take stock when something fails. They don’t climb in a hole. They celebrate succ

”I can choose either to be a victim of the world or an adventurer in search of treasure. It’s all a question of how I view my life.” The Alchemist Paulo Coelho My husband has been in the hospital since March 6. He has had two surgeries, spent a week in between them in ICU. He is moving tomorrow from his Acute Rehab to 2-4 weeks of continued rehab on our side of the bay. This is a long time to watch, commute, encourage and know it is all worth the stress. And we made a choi

Do you laugh with friends? Can you laugh with special friends until the tears roll down your cheeks? Are their people in your friend circles who tell great jokes and make people laugh...every time? Who do you think of when you want to have fun? No matter our age we crave fun, laughs, silliness. This requires connections. It has been proven, written about and discussed on the news that older people - those of us retired and over 60 have fewer relationships and friendshi

What if the worst thing in life has already happened? Recently my daughter asked me that question. I paused. What a wonderful question to be asked. If you are like me and 99% of the earth’s population we look forward to the future wondering when the next horrible experience will befall us. If it has already happened then we can let go of the fear and worry we carry around for the future event. How freeing is that? Is your smile larger imaging the worst is over? Begin living

You haven’t heard from me because I have spent the last month commuting every day to my husband’s hospital room in San Francisco. Driving as I do in the morning and returning after dinner, it takes an hour and a half to two hours each way. I had to drive the first three weeks. Now, I have the option of taking the transbay bus and a city bus if I don’t have to bring too many things back and forth. The bus is great. The drivers drive and I remain calm. I can view the activ