Author: Julie Buchanan
Is midlife a time of death, decline and diagnosis? Have we slipped past high noon and now cast long shadows on what once was?
It’s the juicy peak of summer, when peaches, plums and all their cousins arrive. Flowers are blooming, the sun is shining, and the threat of back-to-school is close enough that anyone who ever attended school feels motivated to get in one last squeeze. Do you feel it too?
A college transcript from a non-traditional school is a time-capsule, revealing familiar patterns in my life.
Introducing Wonderings – some things I’m wondering about as I wander through this life.
“An object in motion, stays in motion,” is how Newton’s first law begins. Shortly after being liberated from my career, on my first meeting-free day, I felt like Pinocchio at that moment when his strings are cut. “I’m a boy, a real boy!” …
I like to believe that dreams don’t die. I don’t know what they are made of, but it must be indestructible stuff, the type unfazed by the worst of the elements…
I thought for a living. Social scientists might review my path from a zealous idealist to a corporate executive as a natural progression…
Crisis – n., the turning point for better or worse in an acute disease or fever. Derived from the Latin term using Greek krisis, to decide.
After centuries of semantic drift, crisis also means …
“Your role has been eliminated,” she said calmly…