Edith Andersen

Welcome to my blog of ruminations and essays.

Page 3 of 6

To be a crone, aka wise-woman, is not about outer appearances, it’s about inner development. It is a woman who has wisdom, compassion, humor, courage, and vitality. You may have met such a woman. Perhaps you look back at your mother and now recognize her as one. Or you may already be a crone destined […]

“You need a passport to go to Canada.” Tim is reminding me that my passport expires this year and we have out-of-the-country travel plans. Canada to be exact. Bringing the point home, he adds, “It’s hard to say how long it will take to renew.” Not quite finished, he continues, “It’s not like it used […]

“Universal Basic Income is a great idea. Let’s just send everyone a check,” Michelle grabs another scone and takes a big bite for a woman with a petite mouth. With scone eliminated, she hisses, “what about personal responsibility, taking care of yourself instead of relying on big government?” Conversation with friends on issues you agree […]

There is no doubt about it. It’s getting harder to make decisions. When first aware of it, I denied it and put it down for be not afraid of growing slowly, be afraid only of standing still. A proverb that rings true. What about, a hasty man drinks his tea with a fork? Can’t argue […]

At dinner with Tim’s parents in Detroit, I asked his father, Bud, if as a child he’d had a favorite fairy tale. Jack in the Beanstalk, he said without hesitation. More than half a century later, he had no trouble retrieving the answer. The most interesting part is that at another time, his son, that […]

“That girl is Cliff’s mom.” I was picking up my boys from school. The two boys staring at me were seven or eight years old, or about 20 years younger than I. The second boy took issue with his friend’s assessment, “That’s no girl. That’s a woman.” How the second lad determined I belonged in […]

We are all terminal. We just don’t have the exact date on our Google calendar or any other calendar. But eventually, our ship will sail with us on board throwing kisses to loved ones, metaphorically. But one thing has changed, how long it’s taking to unwind the line from the hitch. Learning of a friend’s […]