Jennifer Goble

I'm reading old, wonderful books from my bookshelf. I have given hundreds, literally hundreds, of books away in my lifetime. I promised myself I would never buy another one, and then I can't resist. Those that have survived my moves are priceless possessions, and this week I pulled “Jonathan Livingston Seagull,” a story by Richard Bach. I have a signed first edition—1970.

I've been living with my two young grandsons for a week or so, helping out while their dad is in the hospital with a staph infection after a knee replacement — I know!

My top tip is BALANCE…we must balance what we THINK, DO, and EAT. If we stay consciously connected to our minds and bodies, we can practice and achieve moderation—balance.

I usually write my column for the benefit of my readers, or do I? In honesty, I write them for me too. Writing my thoughts helps me put things in order—to make sense of what happens around me. I guess it's one reason I recommend journaling.

Today, I mistook the church start time, so I had a free hour, which meant I could go for breakfast. Yippee.

Actress Betty Davis said, “Old age ain't no place for sissies”. I want to add, “Old age is NO time to lose your sense of humor.”

Over the past several years, I have attended three immersion exhibits: Vincent van Gogh in Arizona, Claude Monet in Washington, D.C., and this week, Celestia at St. John's Cathedral in Denver.

This past week, I had a BIG birthday—one that is hard to wrap my head around. The number is 80. Yes, eight—zero. Because of that, I have been obsessing more about thinning, spotting, forgetting, repeating, and the absence of eyebrows. And what's with the wobbly legs? Not only have I wondered how I got here, but who and why did someone, somewhere, come up with the term Golden Years?

As I get closer to facing my own mortality, I think about what is left of me when I’m gone. I have had conversations with a friend who lost his only child to cancer in June. The initial decisions are difficult, especially when no one has p…

It’s gloomy today as I start writing. The sky is heavy, and a sadness is behind my eyes. It’s not because of the weather, but the environment does influence our moods, and we need a full toolbox on hand to get us through gray days—no matter…