Take a Shift Tuesday: Grandma says they call them the golden years because they take a lot of gold to stay alive. I think it’s because if you’re lucky enough to be part of their conversations, they’re pure gold.
Odes To Joy
I’ve been experiencing the gift of small talk lately, something that seems to get a bad rap. Sure, it’s a must-do at work-related functions and can be forced at cocktail parties. That’s the side of the coin that folks tend to focus on; but small talk doesn’t have to stop there. When used thoughtfully, small talk can be a useful antidote to stress.
The year is 2006, winter, second semester of my senior year of college. My brother, Troy, and Heather, my to-be sister-in-law, were out of town, returning in the wee hours of the morning. Troy asked me to go to the house and check on their newly adopted dog, Harley.