Columnists, In Person
Love letters from London
By Alan Bodnar Ph.D.
Tucked between the pages of a thin, spiral notebook with a plain brown cover, I keep two letters that came to me from London in the summer of 1970 after my first year of...
When memory fails
By Alan Bodnar Ph.D.
Before I retired almost seven years ago, a friend who had already left the nine to five daily routine told me that one nice thing about retirement is that you have more time to...
Amazing Grace
By Alan Bodnar Ph.D.
Where would we be without grace? This is not the kind of question you would expect to find in a psychology publication, but that, I believe, is a blind spot in the view many...
How many photos do we really need?
By Alan Bodnar Ph.D.
I’m getting to know the folks at Apple pretty well, from the greeters with their iPads at the front of their mall store, the geniuses at the big table up front, to the good...
When worlds connect
By Alan Bodnar Ph.D.
Turn right at the end of my driveway and walk up a gentle hill, and you will come to a path leading to a bridge overarching a brook that runs through a swath of wetlands. When...
Adventures in senior yoga
By Alan Bodnar Ph.D.
Ask any retired person and they will tell you that one of the best things about not reporting for work every day is the freedom to set your own schedule and finally get around...
What I learned on the Mount Misery Trail
By Alan Bodnar Ph.D.
It was one of those perfect winter days, cold and clear with the bluest of blue skies above six inches of blindingly white snow that blanketed the frozen pond, the trail...