Birds on a Wire is now a Featured Elderblog listed on Time Goes By, a terrific website and blog devoted to aging. With help from a collection of professional contributors, Ronni Bennet puts out an almost-daily newspaper, complete with interesting and very useful information, thoughtful opinion pieces, and lots of discussion in a well organized format. You'll even find videos and music, and you never know what some of her contributors are going to put up. If you haven't looked at it yet, you should.
Thank you, Ronni. We're honored to be included on your list of recommended blogs.
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I think the photos in Greetings from New England (below, down 2 posts) deserve some caption information. Sorry about that. My husband is a very lucky man. He says he's a licensed electrician, but I know he's in the stress-reduction and bliss-delivery business.
Five mornings a week, he's out rescuing unfortunate people from the cold and the dark. He also saves people who are miserable from living with ugly light fixtures and inconvenient outlets. He goes out, does whatever-it-is-he-does and, by the end of the day, he's got happy customers whose frowns have turned into smiles of gratitude. He gets thank yous almost every day. Is that fair? As happy as I am for his good fortune, I've harbored a certain amount of envy over the instant gratification he gets from his work. I mean, in spite of paychecks and raises, how many of us have ever been thanked for the work we do? We may write well, nurse, cook, raise kids, negotiate, prosecute, analyse, coordinate and supervise with the best of them, but it's a rainy day in LA before anyone picks up a phone to tell us how much they appreciate our work. Am I right? That's how it's been for me, at least. Until last week. (Click Read More to see the rest of this story)  Downtown Wilminigton VT Dear Reader,                                          This is the weekend to get out on the track and walk as a survivor, raise money with a team, or write a check to support cancer research.  I think it's time we got back to basics.
Over the past few days, I’ve met some interesting people while reporting out a story on marriage. Three, in particular, made me stop and think about where this blog is headed. I may invite one or all of them to participate. One highly accomplished woman told me she has had the rug pulled out from under her in the past few months. Not one accustomed to free-fall, she’s lost her marriage and her business, all in a very short time. She has no choice but to move on, she said. This woman's education and career should provide her some very positive choices, but still, she’s out there on a limb, maybe for the first time her life. I’m not sure of her age, but am certain she fits the situational requirement of the average birdsonablog reader. Yesterday’s conversation reminded me how far many of us have come in our lives. We were all pioneers, but without the sunbonnets. Those of us who grew up in the US in the 1950s, 1960s and 1970s, had few role models, really, for the lives we’ve lived. What were our choices? Not Barby, not Jane Fonda, not Nancy Drew or Betty Crocker, not even Gloria Steinem or Madonna. How did we ever find our way? (Click Read More for the rest of this story) It's in the 50s and raining today in New England. Made me think of this photo, taken April 28 at the entrance to the Whole Foods Market in Mill Valley, California.  It’s time to do a little explainer on navigating this site. Some of us have noted that more and more seniors and not-so-seniors are “early adapters,” turning to the Internet for support and social interaction. Now Harvard and others are studying the phenomenon.  Songs without Words by Ann Packer |
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