Barbara Becker writes on living with meaning. Living A Year As If It Were My Last. Statistically my time was up at least a year ago. A Personal Farewell to Shep Nuland, the Man Who Taught Us How We Die. The Swastika in Our Neighborhood.

Friday, May 15, 2015. You were her delight and her pride. She prayed for you, cheered you on, and cherished you. Why am I writing this in past tense? Yeah, your mom. Be entirely separate from the mother-love that held you.

Her end is still up in the air. Enter your email address to subscribe to this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email. What tomorrow might bring! This Weblog is Unique. Just Like They All Are. MY THOUGHTS ON THE SUBJECT ARE AS FOLLOWS. I shall be a toad. My Blog Can Beat Up Your Blog. Create a free website or blog at WordPress. The finest technology, entertainment and life source on the web. I shall be a toad.

Sunday, February 25, 2018. Tuesday, January 14, 2014. Sunday, January 12, 2014. Branches brush against the sky. I know what I think. I write to hear what you think.

Friday, March 3, 2017. Clouds and dunes, Coney Island Creek Park. Sunday, June 30, 2013. Saturday, June 8, 2013. Over New York Harbor, seen from the 69th Street Pier. Wednesday, June 5, 2013. Friday, May 17, 2013. At the Brooklyn Botanic Garden. Sunday, May 12, 2013. Coney Island on Mothers Day. Goings On In And Around Montclair, NJ. New York Photography by James Maher.

Smell and the World Smells With You. My grandmother on the crazy side had a full-blown facial tic that caused her to look like she was smiling maniacally all the freaking time. This happened maybe 6-7 times a minute. And while I can assure you that this woman was most definitely not smiling that much, everywhere she went people smiled at.

In 1998 I was an active young woman looking forward to all the possibilities life had to offer. The car crash resulted in a battle for my life that would involve two weeks in a coma, seven months in the BCPFF Burn and Plastic Surgery Unit at Vancouver General Hospital and an additional five months in rehabilitation. You can read the first 3 chapters.

What is it that makes middle-aged women not only run out en masse and get dogs, but become more attached to their dogs than to, say, their husbands and children? To spend more money on an automatic dog feeder. How Not To Act Old.