Who decided that our next chapter needed to come with a whole other “to-do” list? I don’t know about you, but I have had enough lists to last a whole other lifetime, and I am only interested in enjoying the rest of this one. Those of us hitting our stride at seventy-plus have been convinced
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A shiny surface attracts my attention. Now that I am face-to-face, eyeball-to-eyeball, mano a mano … do I like what I see? Is it a convincing look-alike reflected back? Does it bear a resemblance? Are we two peas in a pod? Or am I being duped? Stop mocking me. I have issues. I have meditated,
I come from a letter-writing, pen-to-paper, typewriter-tapping family. I seem to have inherited both the need to express myself as well as all the lovely… and sometimes incriminating …evidence of those expressions. A plethora of love notes, poems, birthday cards, anniversary cards, and letters, letters, letters, to, from, and about various members of my family…
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I am flaxen-haired. Well… at least I used to be (<-click). I spent years, and a shitload of moolah, making sure it remained some version of blonde. Blonde, blonder, BLONDEST; a condition that all dyed in the wool, flaxen-haired, card-carrying ‘almost blondies’ are afflicted with. Furthermore, when my boobs kicked in at seventeen and remained obvious throughout
I’M A BLONDE – and other complications Read More »
I have long wrestled with how to label my own aging. When I first began writing, I adopted the phrase “Reluctant Ager”. I thought it cleverly summarized my lack of enthusiasm for advancing in years. Look, I am thrilled to be aging… it means I am still here… alive and kicking. But it also means
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For much of my 72 years, I’ve existed in a world that is permanently set to ‘soft focus’. Oh how often I’ve dreamed of what it would be like to experience true visual clarity. Picture-perfect eyefuls sound heavenly. You 20/20 folks have no idea how nice it would be to wake up and not have
JEEPERS CREEPERS MY OUT-OF-FOCUS PEEPERS Read More »
My to-do list is a morning masterpiece of grandiose goals, earnest aspirations, and committed determination. At the same time, my duvet is a masterpiece of persuasion. So, what’s a person to do? Well… I’m here to share the only legitimate and rational response: HURKLE-DURKLE. “to lounge in bed past the point when it’s time to
HORIZONTAL RESISTANCE: The Only Rational Response Read More »
There is a specific kind of magic that only happens when the lights go down, the chatter dies out, and the only thing left is the smell of buttered popcorn and the glow of an oversized screen. “The moment the lights go down is often the best part” — J.J. Abrams As those lights dim,
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I was scheduled to meet my date at 2pm on a biting Tuesday afternoon. Naturally, the nerves were kicking in, as this was to be our first face-to-face. A few days prior, he’d requested some deeply personal information, which I know sounds suspect and a bit forward… but I took it to mean he was
THE MAN WHO REALLY LISTENED TO MY HEART Read More »
It’s that time again… time to welcome a new year after all the hoopla of champagne toasts, a sloshed Andy Cohen, and the always hilariously bad Chicago NYE TV. Pretty please be all shiny and new, filled with high hopes and optimism, possibility, and potential. HELLLOOOOOO 2026 – I am talking to YOU! Fingers crossed.
A 2025 Recap & 2026 Plea: (minus the ick) Read More »
