Nancy Rhine, MS, LMFT

11/11/2025

This is sooo powerful and important.

11/10/2025

10/20/2025

Creativity! And, necessity is the mother of invention! :)

People are living longer and rethinking how and where they want to live.

Denise Yarmlak, who is 69, single and didn’t want to live alone, bought a big house in Nevada with a friend. Franca Smith and Michael Marfia, both in their 80s and strangers until this year, share a Colorado condo. Trinidad Raya and his dad, 88, pooled resources to buy a newly-built multigenerational home. In California, the Burwens created a cohousing community on an acre of land.

About 75% of those 50 and older want to remain in their homes as they age, says Shannon Guzman, AARP’s senior director for housing and livable communities. But rising housing costs and upkeep, as well as health problems can make living in their home more difficult and many anticipate needing to move as a result. Some people have enough money, but travel often and want a housemate for oversight. Others want companionship.

“We need alternatives,” says Jennifer Molinsky of Harvard University’s Joint Center for Housing Studies.

And people are coming up with them. About 990,000 older adults were living with unrelated housemates or roommates in 2023, which is up 8.8% since 2021, and more than double the number two decades ago, according to Harvard’s Joint Center.

Read more: https://on.wsj.com/3IWsDOi

10/17/2025

Some hospitals and hospices in the UK and Australia have introduced “Cuddle Beds”, that is special wider beds that let families lie beside their loved ones who are terminally ill. These beds bring comfort, warmth, and emotional closeness during the most difficult final moments of life.

Hospices like St Wilfrid’s and North Devon Hospice in the UK, and hospitals in Queensland and Western Australia, have already started using cuddle beds.

They allow partners, children, or even grandchildren to cuddle their loved ones safely while still giving nurses room to provide care. Many of these beds are donated through community support and charity foundations, showing how compassion and innovation can go hand in hand.

Families say these beds make a heartbreaking time a little more peaceful . helping patients feel loved and held until the very end. It’s a touching reminder that sometimes, love and presence are the best medicine of all.

10/08/2025

“Master, I’ve read so many books… but I’ve forgotten most of them. So what’s the point of reading?”

That was the question of a curious student to his Master. The Master didn’t answer. He just looked at him in silence.

A few days later, they were sitting by a river. Suddenly, the old man said:
“I’m thirsty. Bring me some water… but use that old strainer lying there on the ground.”

The student looked confused. It was a ridiculous request. How could anyone bring water in a strainer full of holes?

But he didn’t dare argue.

He picked up the strainer and tried.
Once. Twice. Over and over again…

He ran faster, angled it differently, even tried covering holes with his fingers. Nothing worked. He couldn’t hold a single drop.

Exhausted and frustrated, he dropped the strainer at the Master’s feet and said:
“I’m sorry. I failed. It was impossible.”

The Master looked at him kindly and said:
“You didn’t fail. Look at the strainer.”

The student glanced down… and noticed something.
The old, dark, dirty strainer was now shining clean. The water, though it never stayed, had washed it over and over until it gleamed.

💬 The Master continued:
“That’s what reading does. It doesn’t matter if you don’t remember every detail. It doesn’t matter if the knowledge seems to slip through, like water through a strainer…

Because while you read, your mind is refreshed.
Your spirit is renewed.
Your ideas are oxygenated.
And even if you don’t notice it right away, you’re being transformed from the inside out.”

📖 That’s the true purpose of reading.
Not to fill your memory…
but to cleanse and enrich your soul.

💡Takeaway:
Reading isn’t to store knowledge, but to purify your mind.
Every page renews your spirit, even if it seems forgotten.
True transformation happens quietly, from within.

09/27/2025

Love Me While I’m Still Here

I don’t want flowers on my grave
or tears at my funeral.

I want your love while I’m still here.

Hold my hand.
Say the words.
Make the time.

Show me I matter to you—
not in eulogies,
but in everyday moments.

Because the hugs you give me now,
the laughter we share today,
mean more than any sorrow you’ll carry tomorrow.

Love me while I’m alive,
not when I’m just a memory.

Your love, right now,
is the most beautiful gift
you could ever give.

✍🏻By Worth Sharing pg

🎨Art Credit | The Love Quilt Project, Pinterest

09/13/2025

💡 Healing means learning to notice your reactions and giving yourself compassion in those moments.

Trauma isn’t who you are—it’s something you’ve been through. With awareness and love, you can break the cycle. 🕊️💜

09/11/2025

HUGE NEWS! The California Assembly just passed SB403, making medical aid in dying a permanent option for terminally ill Californians in a 47–11 bipartisan vote.

This victory belongs to our advocates. Thank you to everyone who testified, wrote letters, and shared your stories. You made this possible!

SB403 now moves to the Senate for a concurrence vote. The fight continues, but today we celebrate!

If you live in California or know someone who does, share this post. Every voice shows lawmakers how crucial this law is.

We’ll keep you updated as SB403 moves forward. Together, we can ensure Death with Dignity remains protected!

09/10/2025

Do it. Good morning 🌞
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08/31/2025

There is a fear that quietly lives in the hearts of many women.
It’s not the fear of wrinkles or of a cane, nor that loneliness we sometimes dread.
It’s another fear. Deeper.
The fear of fading away inside a body that slowly stops responding.
Of no longer being able to get up on your own, reach the bathroom, dress without help.
The fear of becoming dependent.

Sometimes I wake up and think about it in silence, as if saying it out loud would make it real.
What if one day I can’t manage on my own?
If my hand trembles and the brushes slip from my fingers?
If memory decides to fade in moments, leaving empty spaces where names, faces, flavors used to be?

No, I don’t want pity in anyone’s eyes.
I want respect.
Because the body may fail, but the soul remains alive, burning, strong.
You can grow old, but you remain a woman.
Courageous, worthy, present.
And yet, it hurts.
It hurts to see how the elderly are sometimes treated: with annoyance, with condescension, as if they were clumsy children.

That is the greatest fear: not just dependence…
but becoming a burden. Being seen as a weight.

So, for as long as I can, I rise.
I make myself coffee. I dry my tears.
I wrap myself in my own embrace and remind myself that I am worthy.
Always.

Because if one day I can’t do it alone, I want those by my side to know:
I don’t need compassion.
I want love that respects, that doesn’t hurt.
And if I need a hand, let it be a hand that lifts… not one that humiliates.

Old, yes.
But never extinguished.
Never empty.
Because even in a body that yields, there still lives a woman full of light.

( ✍️ Live healthy live better )