Category: Aging in a Good Way

Nome Friday Round-Up

Not that many places are unforgettable but I think Nome is. Sadly, I don’t think I’ll ever be back. What I’ve collected up this week by way of stones and stories will have to do. I’ve thought about that the whole time, telling myself… Continue Reading “Nome Friday Round-Up”

My Brother

He is frozen in this time. My brother. How he holds a wine glass, his shirt sleeves rolled up. In his pocket is a pack of cigarettes. He is tightening his lower lip, talking in that loud, raspy whisper he had even as a… Continue Reading “My Brother”

The End of a Time

In her prime, she had long flowing gray hair. And flowing skirts and capes. I want to say capes but it was probably sweaters or shawls, it was a time when everyone wore flowing things. She had the look of a dispossessed queen coming… Continue Reading “The End of a Time”

A Roof Over Our Heads

On the road to Grand Marais, there are two houses I’ve loved. Twenty years ago, when we first started driving up M-77, both houses were worn and in need of repair. Every time we passed, I would check on their progress. The first house… Continue Reading “A Roof Over Our Heads”

Listen Up

Telling the story of hearing loss is tough. It’s a disability thing. An old person’s thing. “Normal” people can find it hard to understand the impact of hearing loss on identity, self-worth, and, probably most important, relationships. Several years ago I wrote an essay… Continue Reading “Listen Up”

Mr. Tan Shoes and Me at KFC

The other night at KFC, an older guy came in while I was waiting for my order. His hair was completely white and he wore those tan orthopedic shoes that are popular with folks fed up with pretending. He ordered a big bucket of… Continue Reading “Mr. Tan Shoes and Me at KFC”

Homesick for Then

Across the street, a kid is standing in his driveway and throwing a tennis ball against the chimney of his house. I think the purpose of this game is to see how high on the chimney he can get the ball. His is a… Continue Reading “Homesick for Then”

The Precious Routine of Life

We ate at seven because the store closed at six and it took my father time to empty the cash drawers, roll up the awning, double check all the doors including the big steel door in the back where we got the big shipment… Continue Reading “The Precious Routine of Life”

Closet Cleaning

I’m never going to wear khaki pants again. The last time I wore them was about four years ago. I was in a meeting and happened to look down at my lap where the red of my top fell over the tan of my… Continue Reading “Closet Cleaning”

Here We Are

We live in a neighborhood of very big, old houses on a street where the trees used to be so lush that city workers could walk from one end of the street to the other on top of the branches. I know that because… Continue Reading “Here We Are”

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