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Passions

No matter how old we are…we all have passion. Remember when you were younger what you really felt passionate about.
Then as life happens and we age, sometimes those passions change or get moved to the back burner for many reasons. Passion may be defined as a strong feeling towards something….it can be anything really. What is your passion? What do you really enjoy doing? What do you have a real strong feeling towards? A person, a sport, a hobby or a place. Sometimes life happens and it takes our focus away from our passion.
But it doesn’t have to be that way. In fact, pursuing your passion and keeping it alive can be very therapeutic and healing.

Two weeks later, I drove the hour from our new apartment to my new job, freshly shaved and dressed appropriately, I thought, in shirt and tie, expecting the same from students. As I pulled into the school parking lot,...
Early in our relationship, Cass and I fell in love with Toronto, one of the most beautiful cities. Anywhere. It was only natural, I suppose, living in Buffalo, New York, a quick drive to the Peace Bridge and then...
We have known for quite awhile that creating is good for our health. Drawing and painting, knitting, playing an instrument - all of these keep our brain cells healthy.  Creating art can help us to focus and keep our...
I didn’t notice him in the rear of the hall. Sitting with his daughter, I would later learn. My performance this day would be at a seniors community specializing in memory care. The lesson I was about to learn...
Technology is your best friend when it comes to getting organized. I can remember when I had to balance my checkbook using paper and pen. And carried a paper calendar in my purse everywhere I went to make sure...
You know, the job you thought would last a lifetime? I sure remember mine! As college graduation approached, me with a newly printed Masters Degree in hand, and a wife with new baby at home, I faced the immediate reality...
When Cass and I moved to Williamsburg, Virginia, we built a house just down the road from the College of William and Mary. Naturally, my father always joked that the school had actually been named after him (William) and...
            Who knows were the time goes, but the memories are of yesterday, close enough to touch, young enough to feel. So much so that I can recount meeting Cass while I was a college sophomore in 1967. I was...
The first article in a series by Jeff Resnick, Our Earliest Passions Shape Our Future Some of us are lucky enough to be able to remember one teacher who made a difference in our lives. Mr. Howe, first name Robert, was...