When WCHL was the social media of Chapel Hill
The tagline of our local AM radio station was The Sound of the Village. If you were curious about what was going on in town, WCHL was the up-to-the-minute source.
I’ve been pleasantly surprised at how much I’ve enjoyed life in my 50s and now my 60s. These posts are about the journey of aging, and also about staying young in some important ways — in curiosity and connection, continuous learning and fresh challenges, and also, of course, avoiding as many aches, pains and wrinkles as possible.
The tagline of our local AM radio station was The Sound of the Village. If you were curious about what was going on in town, WCHL was the up-to-the-minute source.
How much of our DNA do we share with those who lived generation upon generation ago? You could say Cindy and I have nothing in common, or that we share a great deal. At the very least, we can both tell the stories of the ones who came before.
My aunt gave me this photo of her, my mother and their parents at the Paradise Room in the Henry Grady Hotel.
Life in a dorm turns out to be pretty comfortable. One of the best things about my room is the windows that crank wide open so I can feel the summer air and hear the tree frogs at night.
In an inspirational career shift, Debra Mager transitioned from her marketing career to artist and instructor with Debra Mager Mosaics — and traded Atlanta traffic for the mountains ofAsheville.
In my imagination, this is what I’ll walk into on move-in day. Note the helpful bed rail for elderly students.
For six weeks each summer for three years, I’ll be living on campus at Sewanee, immersed in writing novels — and learning to do it better.
They say learning something new keeps your brain nimble as you age. But the extreme mental exercise of building this blog site just about broke my brain.
Other people’s expectations carry less weight as we grow older. We have our own expectations, and that’s plenty. I recommend giving it a whirl, that phrase.
Contrary to popular belief, getting older is actually pretty great. Many people find unexpected satisfaction and joy in midlife and beyond.
The tagline of our local AM radio station was The Sound of the Village. If you were curious about what was going on in town, WCHL was the up-to-the-minute source.
How much of our DNA do we share with those who lived generation upon generation ago? You could say Cindy and I have nothing in common, or that we share a great deal. At the very least, we can both tell the stories of the ones who came before.
My aunt gave me this photo of her, my mother and their parents at the Paradise Room in the Henry Grady Hotel.
Life in a dorm turns out to be pretty comfortable. One of the best things about my room is the windows that crank wide open so I can feel the summer air and hear the tree frogs at night.
In an inspirational career shift, Debra Mager transitioned from her marketing career to artist and instructor with Debra Mager Mosaics — and traded Atlanta traffic for the mountains ofAsheville.
In my imagination, this is what I’ll walk into on move-in day. Note the helpful bed rail for elderly students.
For six weeks each summer for three years, I’ll be living on campus at Sewanee, immersed in writing novels — and learning to do it better.
They say learning something new keeps your brain nimble as you age. But the extreme mental exercise of building this blog site just about broke my brain.
Other people’s expectations carry less weight as we grow older. We have our own expectations, and that’s plenty. I recommend giving it a whirl, that phrase.
Contrary to popular belief, getting older is actually pretty great. Many people find unexpected satisfaction and joy in midlife and beyond.
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