There are five things that you could do in the '70s that you could never, ever get away with today because they are so despicable, at least to "p.c." police, they would have you arrested and Child Protective Services would take your children away... probably.
Where is the technology fix or app for skyrocketing textbooks? Where are the barbarians at the gate? Those Silicon Valley warriors that took down Motown, turned my neighborhood Borders into a laundromat, eliminated Kodak AND my camera?
As a former ICU patient, I experienced this first hand by observing the love and support from my parents, family, friends, and medical team. In my darkest moments in the hospital, they were there to help guide me through, and they did.
Do I feel beautiful? I am pondering this question as I approach my 59th birthday. Why is this on my mind? Am I thinking about this because my big "6-0" is only a year away, or am I simply checking in with my inner self?