People should embrace aging
I fell in love with New Hampshire in the late 1980s. I was a reluctant transplant, driving up Interstate 95 from my North End apartment in Boston, rolling my eyes at the alfalfa farm as I passed, noting I had 45 minutes to go before reaching the Seacoast.
It didn’t take long for me to realize all my preconceived notions of smallstate, small-town living were wrong.
My eyes were opened — to the physical beauty, the small, independently owned businesses and ease of living — and to the ability to make a difference. First as a volunteer, then board member, then board chair of CrossRoads House, I saw that, in this small state, we have the power and opportunity to change people’s lives… Read more here…