Writing about the rather obvious spiritual experience that I had as a mid-30s divorced mother loosened another memory that I’d forgotten about, but that also informed my sense of the spiritual or at the very least, something that was, bottom line, not me or coming from me.

I was 19 or 20, traveling on the eastbound I-10, uprooting my life to be with a man I barely knew (yes, a recipe for disaster, but if you can’t make a mess of it then, when can you?) I was driving my 1960s-era VW Bug, the one with the air-cooled engine in…

Mrs. Everything, by Jennifer Weiner, is one of those books aimed directly at my generation. Yes, those ‘Hey Boomer’ types like myself.

I read it voraciously once it got past the first few childhood chapters and liked, especially, the interweaving of two sisters’ (interestingly named Jo and Bethie — I’m guessing Little Women was a favorite of the author’s) stories back and forth.

It made me wish I’d had a sister, and oh so glad that I didn’t have one, too. In fact, like a lot of first daughters, what I’d really only ever wanted as a sibling was an…

The first time anybody goes to the Grand Canyon, it looks surreal. Actually, it looks unreal. It appears to be a poorly painted backdrop from a high school play. It takes going into the canyon to begin to understand on a deep level that it is very real indeed.

I went for the first time as an adult in my early 30s with a woman’s adventure group. We split into three smaller sub-groups with mine being the out-of-shape or older women (At the time, I qualified as out-of-shape. Now, I’d be a two-fer). Among us we had two cancer survivors…

My son and I decided to challenge ourselves and each other to write and publish on Medium for the month of February.

He’s working full time so he’s publishing once a week. I’m retired so I’m publishing everyday.

After mentioning Sundays and how we are going to church now, he suggested I take Sundays off. Which hadn’t occurred to me.

But he’s right. A day of rest is a good thing. And thinking about what I write here on Medium, I think it’s better to consider it from a position of work and not just slapping any old thing together…

About a year and a half ago, I started a series called “This is Sixty.” It was a photographic odyssey starting when I was 59 and was meant to track my journey from 59 to 60. Without make-up.

I didn’t get very far. I did it for maybe two weeks then stopped and somewhere . . . those posts got completely lost. I have no idea where they went or if they exist somewhere within the bowels of Medium and its servers.

Time has passed. I am now 61. There’s no point in doing a series called “This is Sixty-One.”…