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Oct.18.2011
Living On The Suncoast Magazine , June 2012
Did someone put a sign in our front yard that says “Grand-parent confession center”? I had hoped for lots of responses to my recent “Long Distance Grandparenting” column. What I had not expected was the inclusion of so many thought-provoking confessions. “I need to talk to you!” he said, stopping me on the street. “I’m 55. I’m likely to live at least 40 more...
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Living on The Suncoast Magazine June 2011
Oct.18.2011
Living Out East Magazine , June 2011
You’ve retired 2 or 3 times haven’t you, George?” asked Shirley during dinner at her house in Palm Heights (elevation 14’). I responded, “Not even once. I still want a blended life with all the pieces Brown Eyes I select for our quality of life.  For me working – and its link to stimulation and creativity - is a piece.  I admit, I’m an entrepreneur and...
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Living Out East, January 2011
Oct.18.2011
Living Out East Magazine, January 2011
My wife, Brown Eyes, and I were attending a panel discussion of six entrepreneurial men and women at a university near our home in Palm Heights (elevation 14’). Each had started at least one successful business. Three interviewers sat to the side, asking the panelists questions. What drove me to attend was the growing reality that many, many people between 45 and...
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Living on The Suncoast Magazine October 2011
Oct.07.2011
Living On The Suncoast Magazine, October 2011
Many grandparents have grandkids across town or in another state. For the past 7 years ours have been 12 time zones away. We’ve flown 21 air hours each way in order to be with them. This precluded their spending extended time at our house. We did our relationship and intimacy building in intense visits where they lived. With their family’s recent transfer back to...
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Oct.07.2011
Living On The Suncoast, September 2011
There I was at Donut World for my iced decaf. The counter person asked, “Would you like your senior citizen discount?” Turning to see who he was talking to behind me, I was amazed to discover I was now the only one in line. Senior citizen discount? Me? I admit I’m not into chronological age. My wife, Brown Eyes, regularly reminds me to ask for my age-related...