Not far from the restless blue Pacific Ocean pounding crumbling sandstone cliffs, In a sun-drenched thriving village alive with the tapestry of The young, the old, working and retired, foreign descent and native-grown Nestled in a quiet valley, lay a place where seniors can thrive And spend their remaining years in a community of peace…

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The welcome discovery and use of perfume go back more than l5,000 years. Greeks believed that perfume was created by the gods. Egyptians believed that it gave perfection to all parts of the human body. They used it widely, especially in preparing the dead for their journey to an afterlife. Mohammed observed that the three…

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Gerry Driesen handed me a short story titled “My First Corner Was Almost My Last’ to post on the website. That story has inspired me to write and post a similar story about four high schoolers, one of which was yours truly. In Gerry’s story he makes the comment, “It’s amazing to realize that all…

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This poem written by Wanda B. Goines, age 92, appeared in Wellness magazine, October 13, 2015 in an article by Claire Peltier. Kathryn Clausnitzer Wilson, Goines’ caregiver uploaded a video of Goines reciting the poem to Facebook. I looked in the mirror and what did I see, But a little old lady (man) peering back…

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  Back Row: Jesse & Roy, Roy, Edwin, Walt, Etta, Lily; Middle Row: Ruth, Elizabeth, Edwin, Peggy; Seated Harry (Grampie) & Rose (Grammie); Front: Rosemary, Barbara, Jean and Buster, the dog. We talk of our annual pilgrimages to the farm. There was a myriad of life-enriching and happy times, some of which I’ve jotted below in…

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One of the memorable clients at Twin Pines Psychiatric Hospital was Dave, a gentleman who worked for a company who manufactures surgical instruments. He was a brilliant man with ideas way ahead of his time though he was diagnosed with Bipolar illness. In the “high” periods of his illness he presented the company with rather…

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It all began in October of 2004, when I watched my daughter in-law, Sylvie (Kiki) Drimmel, complete the Susan G Komen breast cancer walk 1 was inspired beyond words as I witnessed Kiki and the many thousands of other walkers head for the home stretch. At the closing ceremonies I told Kiki I wanted to…

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Out where the sage grows so tall, You can scarcely see the herds of cattle at all. Out where the sun set is so red, There’s where the jack rabbits were plenty, And the fluffy little cottontails were many. The Big Muddy Creek where many trout were found, And the little gray squirrels ran all…

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