My Retirement
Here are two questions I was recently asked by people who don’t know me: “Are you a therapist?” and “Are you retired?” I am not a therapist. Here is what I am doing with my retirement...
Recently, I drove down to New Hampshire to celebrate the life of Barbara Bradley Rutz, the mother of one of my childhood best friends, who passed away after an unexpected medical event in December. Barbara was from Switzerland and introduced me to saunas, hot tubs, cold plunges, herbal face steams, fondue, the best chocolate, and bathtubs full of mud and rose petals in her magnificent garden.
Theirs was a mythical family—Barbara’s four children were often seen running around barefoot in the snow in their yard, their cheeks red apples. Barbara had a “tree” growing through her kitchen. Her pantry was always stocked with Stroop waffles, maple butter, and homemade dandelion wine.
