Imaginary Ages
My Mom feels 36 and is shocked every time she looks in the mirror and sees an old woman. Coincidentally, my imaginary age is also 36. While I don’t see an 87-year-old gramma, I do see wrinkles and renegade hairs. (That is, when I put on my glasses). Time marches on,...
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That and Ten Cents
There’s a dime on my desk, sitting on the book proposal I’ve been struggling to finish. I asked my daughter, who was working at my desk last night, if she had put it there. “No”, looking at me in that special way only a 14-year-old can. A look that says, “Hey crazy...
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Grime and Punishment
Yes, it’s been a while. There is something about cleaning that goes beyond just pushing a vacuum around, deeper than getting rid of dust and debris; cleaning the physical space invites clearing on other levels. Tidy the basement, clear the subconscious. Ages ago I...
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Game of Crones
You’ve seen them: The women in grocery stores who pilot their carts like walkers, taking every aisle as exercise. They drive slowly, park uncertainly, and chatter to strangers. We see them, and one day we may become them. “Welcome to the wonderful world of aging!” my...
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Evolving Tradition
There is an interesting mix of contradiction this time of the year: light and dark, new and old, anticipation and reflection. There’s excitement of course: sleeping in, great food, good friends, familiarity. It’s an opportunity to celebrate traditions that go back...
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Who do we become when we explore what it is to be more fully ourselves?
I started asking that question a few years ago, at the end of one career and the beginning of something else …read more
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