As a father, I have been very intentional with my four children—especially when it comes to making a way for them.
This is the season when my relationship with them transitions from parent-child to adult-adult. I must admit, I miss them as children. In retrospect, those child-rearing years were so fleeting. As I’ve thought about this transition, I’ve realized that our peer-to-peer relationship has moved us from directive interactions to collaboration. Continue reading “This Parenting Thing”→
And there are so many of us. Each day, ten thousand members of my generation reach retirement age (Pew Research). Funerals are constant among my peers.
It is an easy conversation starter when I approach someone my age and ask about plans for retirement. Most have no plans. They have not even checked their Social Security accounts. But they always say that waiting to draw Social Security will give them a larger payout. To which I reply, “It depends. It depends on how long you plan to live.” And that’s the part we have no assurance about.
The 2014 Atlantic Article returns interesting observations. “Many of my older-adult patients wanted to make a difference in the world but, finding no role for themselves, were treated as socially useless. Having created a new stage of life, the next step is to make it meaningful.”
“According to some researchers, ageism is more pervasive in our society than negative stereotypes based on gender, race, or sexual orientation.”
Interesting observations around what might reduce the dementia rate by as much as 30% in the population. The premise is that dementia as diseasedamages the brain.The brain’s resilience to the disease or ability to fight the disease depends in some cases on the reserve capacity and exercise the brain has had.
Activities or conditions that shrink the brain reduce a person’s ability to fight dementia. Activities that expand the brain early in life and throughout life provide a reserve that your body can use to fight dementia. Continue reading “That Dementia Thing”→
Have you ever been on a mission for God? One tension with aging is between our dreams and our regrets. When I was young, I tended to see things in black and white. In many ways, my mind was closed for repairs. My understanding of Scripture was likewise rigid. Theological positions were mountains to conquer and debates to be won. I arrived at a place where I thought all my questions were answered. Years followed in which my interactions with the Word of God were incremental, returning minor corrections to my already settled theological positions.
The 50-year anniversary of San Francisco’s “Summer of Love” is drawing near. Yeah, I know them hippies. Memories, Fragments, and Traces flood our minds as we think back to where my generation, our generation found its voice. We had passion but we were deaf to wisdom in those days.