I watch my 89-year-old father struggle with his iphone. He pokes at it, tries to call numbers from memory, having no clue how to access “recents” and has never ever used it to access the internet because he does not know that the internet can exist anywhere other than a…
Where and How We Might Live Being in the middle of life (actuarially) is a rich, extended moment of time. There has been enough treading through adulthood that I have lived through milestones of my parents, giving me a richer understanding of them as people and humans. I remember, when…
Griffith Mirage It was a happy day in my last weeks of social work school, where I felt the freedom to abandon studying one morning to take a quick bike ride up into the urban, heightened scrub of Griffith Park. There is a moment in my rides when I am…
JANUARY 23, 2015, Los Angeles CA I have just returned from a long ride with friends, including a newcomer to our group. This day has given me new feelings about social work and about the need for talk, help and healing as our parents, and we (soon enough) head towards…