Squished on the couch, semi-fetal, covered eyes peeking through fingers, lying in wait for the next thing to scare the bejesus out of us – that’s us. It’s in the genes. At least on one side of the family. Psychological or paranormal …. I just looove me a scary movie. If it’s a thriller, chiller […]
Doctors tell you the darnedest things. When all we really want to hear is normal, negative, harmless, innocuous, benign and no biggie. Recently my endocrinologist laid a BIIG one on me and though it had nothing to do with my thyroid she felt it worth mentioning. If memory serves, I had just been making small
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Here is my annual repost and update for Passover: What could be better than my beloved family (my mishpocheh) gathered ‘round, raising our glasses (again and again and again and yet AGAIN) while re-telling the story of the Exodus from Egypt? The miraculous journey from slavery to freedom. What rich memories I have of a
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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 have a husband. And I have had him for going on 48 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
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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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