Our memories fade, sometimes because we’re aging and sometimes because it’s better that way. The painful memories of childbirth and the sleep deprivation of the first few weeks/months of parenthood fade, else no-one would ever have a second (or third or fourth) child. Similarly, I now know from personal experience, the memories of parenting a new puppy fade.
My Life According to Food By Michele Straube
The first few months of retirement gave me time to reflect on what provides meaning in my life, what I really value and want to spend time on. Then came the month of December, a month filled with three family birthdays in addition to all the usual celebrations. I realized that food plays a most essential role in how I move through my days. Yes, I need food to survive. But food is so much more than physical nourishment for me.
Aging Backwards by Michele Straube
My cousin-in-law sends birthday greetings to his female relatives telling us we’re “aging backwards.” I’ve always thought it was a cute sentiment, but realized on a recent hike that it might actually be true for me. Thanks to the miracles of modern science and a strong stubborn streak in my family history, my aging future looks more active and agile than my middle age past.