It’s easy to complain. I lounge on the deck of a cruise ship in the Caribbean; warm, not stormy, no ice, no snow, no need for parkas, mittens, hats or to crawl on my knees to wash the slush from my floors. I don’t have to do anything except what I want for 11 days,… Continue Reading
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
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