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I Named My One Hormone Ginger

I just turned 71 going on 35 and am often, to my surprise, confronted with romantic invitations. Which I avoid, claiming to only have one hormone left. I mean, what-are you planning to start a family? My son says, no, senior romance is about companionship. Companionship is nice, but my wealthy 78 year-old friend, Shelly … Continue reading

Falling Azaleas and the Voice of God

Azaleas falling “There’s something sad about the falling camellias,” a family member said. This spring, when the azaleas put on a glorious show, and then their fragile blooms carpeted the sidewalks with pink, we glimpsed that sadness. What is that something sad? Simply that it reminds us of time passing, the cycle of of budding, … Continue reading