* This is an edited version of a post that appeared on memyselfandkids.com back in the summer of 2011. It’s my contribution to Throwback Thursday.
Dye your hair, rid yourself of wrinkles, enhance your energy etc.
All you have to do is turn on the television, scan your phone, flip on your computer, or open a newspaper/magazine to see/read some sort of advertisement whose stated goal is to make you look or feel younger.
We live in a culture where there is a drive to be young. While I wish I had a full head of hair, when I wonder what it would be like to be younger again, it has nothing to do with the physical.
Traveling Changes People.
Feeling nostalgic and contemplative over my rucksack wearing days as July 19th marks 25 years since my first trip began.
It was four days after I graduated college and two days after my birthday that I began an adventure which impacts me to this day. The adventure lasted parts of the next three years. During that time, I meandered through Europe, Western and Southwestern United States, and the Middle East.
I suppose you could stay I was finding myself. However, I don’t like that term. I wasn’t lost. I did, however, discover certain things and got to see a hell of a lot along the way.
The cough was distinct.
My father’s morning ritual scared me. The noise was awful. His cough – hack may be more appropriate – sounded like he was trying to pull something from deep inside which was strangling him. He never got it.