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The afternoon of our lives

Someone named this post-60 years-of-age phase of life the “golden years.”  Hmmm …not my favorite descriptive. Some might call it the “cocktail hour” of their lives, that in-between time, where nothing is expected or required which can easily be filled with drive-by chatter, bandied opinions, air-kissing, and little expectation save the gay froth of pastel-colored […]

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The case for wiggle room

In one of my earlier metamorphoses, I worked in sales. I like working with people; I do have that gift of gab and, if I believe in something, I can be persuasive. And with the benefit of hindsight, it probably wasn’t bad training for a psychotherapist. I think my interview where I had to “sell” […]

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