My mother-in-law turns 100 years old tomorrow. Yes, you read that correctly: She will be One. Hundred. Years. Old. Her father was one of the last homesteaders in Montana. And she was born in a one-room log cabin — that her father built — during the 1918 Influenza Pandemic. She rode a horse to school, which was also a one-room …
In Others’ Words: Don’t Stop Playing
It seems the older we get, the more serious life becomes. Or is George Bernard Shaw correct that becoming so serious is what ages us? I admit that as I’ve gotten older, I’ve had to remind myself more and more often to have fun. Life demands so much of me — and when I say “life,”I mean “adulting.” There’s no …