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The New Dr. Seuss … Keith Richards?

Posted on 03/12/2014 by |AARP Blog Author | Comments

Bulletin Today | EntertainmentWho put the first paintbrush in the hands of Leonardo da Vinci? The stylus in the hands of Auguste Rodin? The guitar in the hands of Keith Richards? We may never know the first two. But with the news that Richards will publish a children’s book about his first guitar on September 9, we can pinpoint the third: It was Theodore Augustus Dupree, Richards’s maternal grandfather. The culture-shaping moment when that handoff occurred will now be captured by Richards in …

Stories to Share: Helping Seniors Write About Their Lives

Posted on 10/23/2013 by |Volunteering | Comments

Your LifeThere was one about a blind date. There was another about keeping kosher, but sneaking BLTs. And then there was one about our family’s store surviving the Great Depression thanks to help from a friend. Sign up for the AARP Health Newsletter Pop Pop used to love telling stories. He was 96 when he passed away last fall, which gave us almost 30 years together. That’s a lot of time to talk—and a lot of time to listen. I feel …

Make Your Life Story Award Winning: Be in the Moment

Posted on 03/6/2012 by |Volunteering | Comments

Your LifeYour life story is written by one person and only one person and that is YOU. We create each and every page of our unique life story. Each moment becomes part of our own personal blueprint.  Your story will be like no one else’s. You can decided whether you are going to be a hero or a bully or a best friend, a good spouse…whatever the title, the adjective, the noun…you plug them into the script. Each new day we are …

My Mother, My Grandmother, My Daughter, Myself

Posted on 01/19/2012 by |Before I Forget | Comments

Personal HealthNote: this is first in a series of posts about women and Alzheimer’s When I was home during intersession in my junior year of college, I went with my mother to visit my grandmother in a nursing home.  She had what was called “hardening of the arteries.”  An articulate, determined, domineering woman-of-her-era, she was now a confused, rambling old lady.  I watched as my mother gathered her mother’s soiled laundry to wash at home.   Until then, my mother’s laundering skills …