Help My Senior

Searching for life's answers to aging

What I found when I ran into Brad

A fresh morning jog amid swaying trees can mean a lot to an older runner. The sparkling dew brushes against your shoes. The cool fresh air awakens your cheeks. You might even see a deer prancing away in fright. It can all recall to mind memories of years ago, as well...

He plants his trees to serve a race to come

Today we tend to think of our lives as something static, unrelated to the past or to the future. But years ago, the great orator Cicero quoted the poet Statius, “He plants his trees to serve a race to come.” Cicero goes on to say that a farmer, however old, if he were...