My mom was a 1945 war bride and raised me to believe that letting your hair go gray was as close as a woman could come to committing beauty suicide. Four years ago, my brother and I realized she was the only resident in her nursing home with brown hair. I was responsible for scheduling her hairdresser appointments and decided it was time for her hair color to be natural, despite her past sentiments on the subject. What eventually enabled me to go natural was the honesty required when seeing myself in a mirror.
For a place to be called “home,” it needs to be more than a place to tie your horse to a hitchin’ post and pitch your tent, or a railway stop at the end of the line. Montana offers a variety of opportunities and experiences coinciding with the awe and wonder of nature—it’s a place where people realize that earning a good living is not as important as the experience of true living—the way it was meant to be.
We who are left behind and grieving our loss very often need the funeral, the family get-together, the opportunity to grieve, to share our love, and to celebrate the life of this special person whom we will see and share our lives with no more.
Howard P. Jones Jr. is a 93-year-old hospice patient who, in February, chose to skydive into a celebration of a remarkable life.
The Native American legend Tale of Two Wolves contains a wisdom worth sharing with a wider readership. The point of the message has continued to be meaningful to a wide cross-section of people.
by GAIL JOKERST To see someone at an airport holding a sign with a person’s name on it is admittedly not much of a