Tag Archives: aging
Forties Music
I was brought up on rock and roll—Bill Haley and the Comets, Elvis, Jerry Lee Lewis, Roy Orbison and later, the Beatles and the Rolling Stones. It was the music I choose as the background throughout my life from my … Continue reading
The Kindness of Strangers
“I have always depended on the kindness of strangers.” Tennessee Williams, American playwright Kindness. Being kind. Qualities that I value in other people. Maybe I’m unusually lucky, but I have many kind and understanding people in my life: husband, … Continue reading
Hope
Hope is the thing with feathers — That perches in the soul — And sings the tune without the words — And never stops — at all By Emily Dickenson Be positive. You have to think positive. That advice … Continue reading
Downsizing
When I retired, I was afraid of being bored. After all, I worked a full-time job for over 30 years, served on committees, raised a daughter and had a full social life and family life. So, I filled my retirement … Continue reading
Glasses
When I was forty I finally gave in to the fact that I needed glasses all the time. Up until that point, I wore them only for reading. I had glasses from the time I was thirteen, but like most … Continue reading
A Soft Sound
I lie in bed, waiting for the overwhelming fatigue of the day to finally settle in my bones and to quiet my racing thoughts. Tossing and turning, I grab the blankets and pull them toward me. The house is unnervingly … Continue reading
Puppy Love
For many years, my husband campaigned to get a dog. I resisted, claiming that the dog would be too much trouble and that we worked too many hours. In addition, I am allergic to furry animals and developed asthma … Continue reading
Aunt Virginia
My Aunt Virginia died. She was my godmother,was a constant in my life and, at times, my surrogate mom. She made the worst oatmeal and the best Rocky Road fudge. She was known for being no-nonsense and strict, but … Continue reading
Insomnia
Insomnia—a dreaded word. And a dreaded condition. It conjures up images of tired people barely getting through the day in zombie-like trances. I have insomnia. Sometimes it’s not so bad and I sleep more or less regularly. I go to … Continue reading
Young Again
The car races along the patent leather- like streets as the mellow Jazz tunes waft from the radio. I hug the door, staring straight ahead. Earlier I had been shocked to hear a Beatles tune played as part of the … Continue reading