Category: Aging

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…

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…

Meditation on My Basement’s Life

The cobwebs in the basement are thick and clammy. They hang like wet strings from water pipes and electrical wires running along the papered ceiling where, along the edges, you can see the 100-year-old 2 x 4s that are the bones of our house….

Coming to Terms with the Fade

It’s not as if I don’t look in the mirror every day. It’s not like I haven’t tracked the lines in my face. There is no turning back the clock. You had your turn. There are worse things than being old. This is the…

Advent 5: Dress Up

Nancy Pelosi is the glory of old. She is the white suit, high heels, red lipstick glory of old. She is the I know what I believe and what I have to do glory of old. She is the I’ve got the votes or…

Book Thief

Tonight my dog, Swirl, went into my office, picked up a 406 page library book entitled, “An American Sickness: How Healthcare Became Big Business and How You Can Take it Back,” and carried it back to his bed. When I discovered this, the book…

Rendered Mute Friday Round-Up

I’ve spent a week at the You Need to Stop Kidding Yourself Rodeo and it hasn’t been all that much fun. I went from wearing my age like Joseph’s Coat of Many Colors to shaking the layers of dust off the gray tattered cape…

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