Back in the late ’50’s, some savvy, “Mad Men” type advertising execs came up with a catchy phrase to sell real estate in the Arizona desert to the older set. Continue reading “The tarnished years”
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Demystifying the “d” word
I’m going to my very first Death Cafe soon and I can’t wait. Before you assume I am some sort of macabre person (although I do love Halloween like a religion) hear me out.