I turn 70 in March. I might feel younger than my parents looked and felt at 70. Thanks to two new hips, I will walk without that limp my Dad sported at 70. And due to some genetic fluke, I won’t have a head of gray hair like my mom at 70. What will I have?… Continue Reading
Today in the magical seconds before sunrise, I see snow, tiny specks. The sky hangs with gray, my inner atmosphere gray too, fatigued. The alarm buzzed. I moaned, tempted to roll over, hit the snooze button and sleep. But I have begun to watch, welcome and wonder at the miracle of daybreak. I throw off… Continue Reading
Heavy with tender homesickness, I sit in a restaurant in a distant land once occupied by France, one where I’d expect to hear the French we learn in school. At the dinner table to my left, I hear two couples speaking the French I knew as a kid, the French of my grandparents, great aunts… Continue Reading
On a Tuesday Sarah calls, “Do you want to join me for RBG?” I don’t know what she means and I don’t ask because I love Sarah. She has great ideas. I say, “Ya, maybe.” She says, “Friday night.” I don’t inquire into RBG, the who, what, where, when, or why. I trust my pal… Continue Reading
In January, I schedule “maintenance” appointments. Eyes. Skin. Bone density. Blood work. Like that. From each doctor, I often get the same answer: Q: Are my glasses ok? I don’t see distances well. A: Your eyes have degenerative changes, consistent with your age. ….may not get better….might get worse. Q: Why is my cholesterol high? A:… Continue Reading
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