Act III- The Last Third of Life

At my age, my mother was retired.  She was of a generation that was promised a pension and social security payments for life. It was a pretty sweet deal. Like so many of their generation, they dreamed of a life of ease in a warm climate. But I am not of that generation. I...

Taking Dad’s License

Last year, when my mother was hospitalized, it became clear that my father’s “forgetfulness” was no longer simple forgetfulness.  He was suffering from dementia and he needed help. Also, he was blind in one eye and he was still driving. My family made it clear to my father that he could no longer drive...

Advice to a fry cook on Venice Beach

I recently read a Facebook post from a former student and current friend (yes, you Matt.) After assessing his life, he wrote, “I joke less about running away to the west coast and becoming a beach side fry cook.” (I added the Venice Beach, Matt. If you were to be a fry cook anywhere,...

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