Change is a coming. I can feel the desire for kindness all around me and I hope that you do too. Election Day is tomorrow, my vote is in, and I just signed the Democracy Declaration, endorsing democracy as a means of giving voice to each one of us. You can join the thousands of educators who have signed it at the link above. Then my recommendation is to make some comfort food and curl up to watch democracy in action tomorrow. We’re smoking a turkey breast! Regardless of the outcome, my Senior Ripper instinct tells me that people are ready for action, even with Covid restrictions. Just like Dorothy…

This post is written in honor of my father, who passed away one year ago. He was known to work until the wee hours on a good puzzle, which drove my mother crazy. Since I wrote this post, we learned that a great American, RBG, has passed away. My dad was a great fan, as are we. We would have loved the opportunity to linger over a great puzzle with my dad and RBG. That would have been something. You either are a puzzle person or you are not. But can you discover the joys and benefits of doing a jigsaw puzzle later in life? You should. According to Web…

Sometimes, Senior Rippers need to be on the go even in this time of Covid and we are no exception. This summer, we completed our seventh road trip from the East Coast to our home in Park City. Why, you may ask? Well, our Great Pyrenees gives us no other choice. To her credit, Piper is a fabulous traveler. Her large size and gorgeous (usually) white coat attract attention wherever she goes, which gives us an opportunity to connect with people who share their travel stories with us or give us some local insights. Plus, this summer, a road trip seemed the safest way to travel. We recently pulled into…

A lightbulb just went on in my head and I started to look at my surroundings in a new light. It’s berry season! My eyes started to look left and right rather than straight ahead, always on the prowl for the right bush with a hint of color between the green leaves. Usually one to stride with purpose, I began to meander, stopping to gather and munch, just like my hero, Little Sal, in Robert McClousky’s, Blueberries for Sal. A lost golf ball became a delicious reason to hunt, and there was nary a time that I didn’t emerge from the foliage with berries in hand. Now I’m sure that…