Still Advocating
Writings of a retired educator, advocate, & baby boomer

The fall happened in my kitchen on Friday, June 13. Given the date, I should have been more careful. It was quite dramatic and frightening as the glass teapot I was taking to the sink to wash slipped out of my hand and shattered, covering me and the kitchen in shards of glass. I fell trying to prevent the inevitable disaster. I was lucky as I only had a few minor cuts. After rinsing myself off in the shower to be sure there was no glass in my hair or on my body, a couple of B

On this 24th anniversary of 9/11, I’m lamenting the loss of community and caring I felt in the aftermath of the attack. My memory of that...

Still fighting!   We don’t like to talk about it. We kid about it, but avoid sharing our deeper fears. Some of us are struggling with...

My granddaughter is to the left of John Lewis One of my granddaughters had the opportunity to meet John Lewis in 2017. She was twelve and...

Technological advances have created a bewildering and cruel world for seniors. In addition to living with the aches and pains of aging,...

My high school biology teacher I remember very few of the teachers I had from kindergarten through college. Some of them inspired fear –...

On Sunday, February 2, we enjoyed a performance by the Evanston Symphony Orchestra followed by an early dinner with good friends at a...

Love sustained me through a great loss   I was scrolling through my photos looking for something else when this picture caught my eye. It...

I have been wearing hearing aids for at least fifteen years for a mild to moderate hearing loss, and they are fine in most circumstances....

I am heartbroken over how the pandemic impacted my grandchildren. What they lost can never be fixed.