While this series of “mini”-reflections on aging are clearly personal and about my own aging process, they are also meant, hopefully, to resonate with the experiences of others at or near my age.  And so, here is the fifth post in this series. The Time That Remains to Me—What Do I Have to Offer? As…

As I said in the previous post, while this series of “mini”-reflections on aging are clearly personal and about my own aging process, they are also meant, hopefully, to resonate with the experiences of others at or near my age.  And so, here in a fourth post, are some reflections on “Boredom” and “The Comradery…

While this series of “mini”-reflections on aging are clearly personal and about my own aging process, they are also meant, hopefully, to resonate with the experiences of others at or near my age. That said, these ruminations will appear, usually a couple in each post, from time to time.  And here—after I wandered off for…

At the end of the previous post, I raised the “So what?” question. If a Supreme Being, by whatever name, exists, why does it matter? What difference does it make in my life?  In this last post, then, on the current round of reflections on this subject, let me bring, if not closure, at least…

Most would agree, I suspect, that in the realm of “knowledge” and “belief,” the most significant issue is the existence—or not—of a Supreme Being, an Ultimate Reality, God, or, in John Claypool’s attractive phrase, The Great Mystery. It makes sense to begin where I started in this series of posts—I may choose to “believe” and,…

The first significant issue I want to address—although arguably the second-most important—in our world of “knowing” and “believing” is what I’ll call “the finish line.” The older I become, the more conscious I am that “the finish line” is closer and the more I wonder what is on “the other side” and if there is…

In my most recent post, I confessed that the longer I have lived, the more I have become aware of all that I don’t know, and how my “certainties” have lessened alongside that great repository of the unknown and, perhaps, of the not-to-be-known. After briefly outlining my own acceptance of experiential knowledge, my confidence in…

While this series of “mini”-reflections on aging are clearly personal and about my own aging process, they are also meant, hopefully, to resonate with the experiences of others at or near my age. That said, these ruminations will appear, usually a couple in each post, from time to time.  And here, along with a couple…

While this series of “mini”-reflections on aging are clearly personal and about my own aging process, they are also meant, hopefully, to resonate with the experiences of others at or near my age. That said, these ruminations will appear, usually a couple in each post, from time to time.  And here, along with a couple…

I ran across this quotation some time ago from Alan Simpson’s eulogy for George H.W. Bush at Washington National Cathedral in an op-ed piece by Bret Stephens in the New York Times (12-7-18): “He never lost his sense of humor,” the former senator from Wyoming said of his friend of more than 50 years. “Humor…