Country Coments

I’ll admit I’m a whiner. When it comes to a physical, mental, or emotional loss, I like to complain.

I’m sure you know someone who stoically accepts each declining stage of life and valiantly carries on with nary a peep or a tear. I am not that person.

When I was 45 and diagnosed with osteoarthritis in both hips, I whined frequently about having to give up squash and racquetball. Life was unfair and…