I have a husband. And I have had him for going on 46 years. (A bit longer in the biblical sense… but who’s counting?) It was a ‘meet cute’ in the 70’s when disco was the thing and Division Street was where one went to get things movin’. Divison Street… the street of loooooovve. The […]
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I am a “reluctant ager” – at least that’s what I have concocted as part of my so-called identity. My identity as a putting on mileage, advancing in years, flourishing and seasoned human. That’s me… and you! Having written, often, about my distaste for my older-ness I have come to the realization that I needed
What’s up with new year resolutions? Are they supposed to be aspirational or commitments we secretly know will be broken? I avoid them like the plague. Although I avoid the plague with a great deal more oomph. And I am certainly not commitment phobic, give me a break, I’ve been married for 45 years. Despite
HELLO 2024, LET’S DO THIS! Read More »
I recently read a study claiming learning new things can make older adults’ brains 30 years younger in just 6 weeks… isn’t that fantastic? It encourages us ‘olders’ to be like sponges and urges us to give new escapades a whirl; particularly when the bar is set high. I like the idea of new adventures.
I am a GREAT sleeper. I can sleep through all versions of booms, crashes and thunders. And I can sleep just about ANYWHERE. This is not an admittance in any way that I ‘sleep around’… mind out of the gutter people. It’s that I can do so anywhere. Your uncomfortable chair no one ever sits on? Let
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Buh-bye 2022. Hello gorgeous! THAT’S YOU 2023. Are you listening? I know you are oft depicted as a naked baby with a beauty queen sash, but please tell me you are a Mozart listening babe, able to read at a doctoral level and can brilliantly intuit the good guys from the bad. Are you a
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HAPPY CHANUKAH!! On second thought should I write Hanukkah? Maybe Hanukah? OR alternatively… Hannukah, Chanuka, Hanuka, Channukah, Chanukka, Hanukka, Hannuka, Hannukkah? Another option: Channukkah. That’s some cockamamie spelling. You think? For the record, CHANUKAH looks the right-est to me. We can agree to disagree. As far as Christmas goes (Xmas anyone?) we were not
OY, DO I NEED TO SPELL IT OUT FOR YOU? Read More »
As my 50th high school reunion was rapidly approaching I reluctantly read through the enthusiastic posts on the Facebook group thingy. “I’m counting down the days!”, “oooh can’t wait!”, “sounds like so much fun!”, “send your money in now!”. You want me to go to a FIFTIETH reunion? You can’t make me. Who do these people think
WHO INVITED THE OLD PEOPLE TO MY REUNION? Read More »
It’s National Breast Cancer Awareness Month! I’ve been aware of breasts ever since I eyeballed those beauties in my cousins’ Playboy magazines. Fascinating and mystifying to young me…. when are they arriving? Lively and full of pep when they eventually made their first appearance. Frolicsome and spirited upon full arrival. Gently sloping, wiggly, jiggly and
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No lace, zero doodads, no shiny doohickeys, not a single pouf… Simple, simple, SIMPLE. That is what I announced as I headed into David’s Bridal along with my wedding frock wing-woman. My mom. The sales lady tried to keep her irritation hidden, but I could see what she was thinking, “you have got to be
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