As you grow older, you don’t lose your Mojo, it just takes you longer to remember where you last put it 👍😃
It is always a pleasure to have Sally over as a guest, especially when she is writing about an issue so close to my heart:
My thanks to Sue for the invitation to write a post for her today… always lovely to be over on her spectacular and eclectic blog.
Sally aged 7 years old – looking forward and not back
Why I am skipping Old Age and embarking on my Second Childhood instead.
I have researched the delights of Old Age rigorously, in an effort to determine if I want to actually accept the title. I looked after my mother for several years in her late 80s to her mid-90s, and I would say that she was young at heart until dementia robbed her of that at age 92.
She said that she felt the same inside as she had as a young woman, despite the wrinkles and…
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