Retirement is Another Lifetime When I announced my retirement there was a distinct divide in the reactions from my colleagues. Some were happy for me and a little jealous, while others told me I would be back to work in six months. This last statement puzzled me until I dug deeper. For a start, all these comments were made by men. When I queried why they thought I would return to a job I loathed
Taking Our Space Space is essential in life just as space between logs is essential for fire. Space rekindles attraction between longtime partners. Taking space between tasks revives us. And giving our grown children space enables them to develop their own lives. I don’t know about you, but for me this business of space is not easy. For example, not only do I live with my partner, he also Indie publishes most of my books.
Invisible to Invincible: The Next Crone Age Imagine this scenario: You’re walking down the street on a warm spring day, enjoying the shop windows full of artfully displayed wares. People smile and nod. Some wave. Some pause to admire you as you pass, maybe one or two even whistle in appreciation. Then you turn a corner, and suddenly it’s as if you’ve been erased. No nods, no smiles, no whistles. Instead, passersby seem to look
Seller’s Remorse Truly, even our own front door is a great threshold, no matter how familiar the worlds within and without may be. There is a new world behind every door. —Rev. Dr. Molly Housh Gordon We bought our house in North Carolina on the first anniversary of our first date. We saw it on a whim. We had flown out from California to take care of grandchild #1 when grandchild #2 was just born.
Women in Artificial Intelligence On December 19, 2024, having finished my holiday shopping, I was relaxing by browsing Substack articles about one of my passions, AI (artificial intelligence) (Yes, that’s relaxing. Proud data geek here!). I came across a post by an author I won’t name. He asked four questions of ten Substack authors writing about AI, and recommended subscribing to them. Care to guess how many of the ten were women? Yeah, none. That
Crisis Journal 2025 When the Pandemic began in 2020, I started a journal of extraordinary days that morphed into an online community where writers shared their daily thoughts. The value lay not so much in the final product as in the act of capturing the gritty reality of daily life in lockdown, especially in the early days when we had no idea who would live and who would die. Five years later we are engaged
