Cindy Muchnick

It’s never too late in life to foster new relationships and learn new lessons Illustration by Fred I stood in line to mail a few packages at my local post office. In front of me, carrying on a flustered conversation with the postal worker at the counter, was an elderly gentleman, clearly of a different era: gray wool coat, tweed fedora, walking cane hooked around one of his wrists.

I was not a math whiz, but my high-school teacher figured out ways to make those lessons stick — even thirty-five years later My teenager has been struggling in her ninth-grade geometry class. The other night, she brought her homework packet to me in frustration and asked for help. Now, I was no math wiz in high school — as a student, I was always stronger in English and history — but somehow, as soon as I took a look at my daughter’s homework, the geometry concepts came flooding back to me.

And ten ways we can incorporate more time away from technology Cottonbro for Pexels. It began like any ordinary weekday. Early alarm clock. Shower. Coffee. Cereal and smoothies for the kids. Shuffle the teens out the door to school. My husband went downstairs to his home office, and I sat at my desk to write and pay bills. Much to my horror, I noticed that the WiFi was out. After repeated attempts at rebooting our router and modem, I gave up.