Five Hundred Books in a Convertible
My mother and grandfather were avid readers.
They loved to buy books, read them and put them on the bookshelf. After he had passed away, my mom brought home the bookshelves full of her father’s library. I’m sure I inherited my love of reading from them. By the time I left home, I had three bookcases of books. They spilled over with classics, mysteries, romance and literary fiction. We could have opened up our own library. Now, with my mother gone, I owned all the books in the house. I counted them. They added up to over five hundred books.
My problem was, what was I going to do with them all? I had no idea, so I gave myself time to think. I borrowed my friend’s convertible on a hot, humid day in August and moving them to a storage unit until I could decide.
Battling the Writing Demon
“A Mind is a Terrible Thing to Waste.”
Why do I keep hearing that in my head? It’s that thing, isn’t it. The one that stares at me as I try to sleep. Does it look like I’m wasting my mind? No. Don’t answer that. I don’t want to hear what you think of me now. I know I’m wasting away because of … IT. But my mind. It’s still there. I’m sure. Pretty sure. DRAT!!! Continue reading
How I Retired and Kept my Sanity by Becoming a Writer
Left Brain, Right Brain
As I watched my father descend into an Alzheimer’s oblivion, I worried that my children would be facing the same challenging future with me. When I celebrated my 60th birthday, a year before my father died, I made a decision to stay mentally active. Doing puzzles, reading, memory exercises and taking walks were some of the recommended activities that I already did.
A friend who worked with dementia patients suggested that I use the other side of my brain.
“Which side is that?” I asked.
“The right side of the brain is the creative side. Your profession in the tech industry requires you to use the left side of your brain, the one for logic.” Continue reading