Reflections

Notes from our first year of retirement, travel, transition, faith, and the quiet work of paying attention.

2027 Word of the Year: Live

Friendships in Retirement

My 68th Year: LIVE “I am come that they might have life, and that they might have it more abundantly.” …

When Friendship Stops Happening on Its Own: Part Two

Two cups, a white teapot, and a tiered tray of small sandwiches and pastries on a white tablecloth beside a porch railing.

Part Two: The Friendships We Choose to Keep Distance, old friendships, new routines and the choices that keep people in…

Three Weekends, Three Trips, One Car

Tractor and grain trailer behind an Amish traveling road sign in Three Weekends, Three Trips, One Car

Most of my travel blogs are about trips that last several days or weeks. They usually begin months before we…

Year One Without an Alarm Clock

One Year without an Alarm Clock A retired couple in Chicago

Today marks one year since Michael retired and we began our sabbatical year. As we sit with coffee this morning,…

When Friendship Stops Happening on Its Own Part One

Two ships on the sea Friendships in retirement

Part One: The Friendships We Didn’t Expect What moving, retirement and an unexpected invitation taught us about making new friends…

When Tuesday and Saturday are Interchangeable

When Tuesday and Saturday are Interchangeable

When Tuesday and Saturday Become Interchangeable When you no longer have to build your life around work, children, schedules, or…

A Retirement Update From the Laundry Room:  Our Calendar Has Other Plans

Calendar and journal for Retirement Update from the Laundry Room

See Part One: Home is Where We Open Our Suitcases for the first part of this post. Part Two The…

A Retirement Update from the Laundry Room: Home Is Where We Open the Suitcases

Vintage Stacked Suitcases from A Retirement Update from the Laundry Room

See Part Two: Our Calendar Has Other Plans for the second part of this post. Part One When October 3,…

The Family Tapestry We Are Weaving

Cousins Camp 2026

Five children came for four days in August. Michael and I are still recovering, but I would do it again…

If you’ve found yourself in a similar season,  newly retired, reorienting, or simply learning to slow down, you’re welcome here.

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