A Blog For Seniors

THIS IS MY STORY FRANK J. SMITH, Ph.D., D.D In many ways, it all started on a bus ride in April 2009. I was headed back home from Atlanta Metropolitan College, a black institution, where I was teaching history. I sat next to an African American lady by the name of Mary. Slim-built, mid-fifties, reading a devotional book. After I engaged her in conversation, she asked me what I did. I replied that I was a college professor, but that I was also a minister—to which she r

THIS IS MY STORY - KIM BRADY In late 2007 I was so excited to learn we were growing our family! Our first daughter was born in 2006 and although we had essentially no idea how to be parents, we were loving every minute. I went to my 14 weeks check up with my daughter in tow. strapped in her stroller. only to see the concern on my Dr.’s face when they could not find a heartbeat. They tried to seem relaxed as we moved to the ultrasound room. After several minutes of probing, I

I never heard of Parkinson's until my dad's finger began to tremble. He tried hiding it, but pretty soon eating without covering up his shaking finger became a challenge. He took a different tactic, and began eating with his non-dominant hand. That slowed down his eating time, but not his determination to keep it all under wraps. Mom was getting Alzheimer's and Dad was gradually--no, not gradually--immediately, taking on her household duties as well as keeping his job going.

Before I knew I was going to heaven when I died, I was afraid of death. When I was 32, one of my best friends suffered a massive heart attack and died before help could arrive. At his graveside funeral in Dallas, I watched his grieving wife hold their infant son. The little boy was too young to understand that his father was gone. As I left, I thought, "That's me." I was going through life not knowing what would happen after death. Questions filled my mind: Why am I here? Wha

I grew up in the projects, the youngest of 4 children of a single mother who was attracted to musicians & drug dealers. I don't have any musical talent so I gravitated to the drug dealers By 13 I was selling weed. By 14, I was an addict myself. By 16, I was in motel bathrooms sticking needles in my arm shooting Meth. My life was headed for destruction, but God had another plan. Growing up, I didn't know my father. We met during a drug deal when I was 17. For the next few year

THIS IS MY STORY! Ray McNeill As I was “Senior of the Month” in July 2026, some of my story was told in that edition of "The Senior Times". "Ziggy", my best mate over the years! I bought property in the early 80's in the County of Somerset from His Royal Highness Charles Philip Arthur George Prince of Wales. It included a house, a large garden and some other buildings. The garden is mainly grass which suits me as I am not a proper gardener and mowing the grass is an eas

Long ago and not terribly far from Wake Forest, lived an imaginative young boy with a creative and inquisitive nature. He was born deep in the coal mining region of the Appalachian Mountains of West Virginia. He grew up in a time of great turmoil and stress in America. The Cold War they called it. Serious concern over our collective futures is what it was. Yet in the midst of all the chaos that was the second half of the 1960s, all of the 1970s, and into the 1980s, this boy g