“Reading things that are relevant to the facts of your life is of limited value. The facts are, after all only the facts, and the yearning passionate part of you will not be met there.” — Jeanette Winterson, “Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal?” Last week, some friends and I went to see the…
Creating my birthday collage last week meant going through about six big boxes of photos, greeting cards, and other memorabilia that I hadn’t opened since I moved to my house three years ago, The boxes contained both my things and the memory boxes I had taken from my mom’s house. My mom saved EVERYTHING! All…
They say it’s your birthday. [da dun, da dun] We’re gonna have a good time. [da dun, da dun] Fifty-seven years old is kind of a boring birthday – no kind of milestone attached to it. It’s not even a catchy number like fifty-five. I have no big plans. Nothing up my sleeve. No inspiring…
Okay. I’ve been rewriting this blog post all week because it keeps sounding too negative and depressing. I think a lot of what I’m thinking and feeling comes from aging and feeling all the possibilities move out of reach in so many areas of my life. It’s hardest at work, where most people are younger…
What I consider to be beautiful has changed over time. I’m not sure whether that’s due to the wisdom that comes with age or the age that comes with age. In my younger years, beautiful was thin but with enough muscle to show strength and tone. It was correctly proportioned eyes, nose and lips set…
I hate updating my photos on Facebook, my blog and wherever else I make an appearance. For one thing, I keep getting absurdly older everyday. Let’s just say that the previous photo is always better than the most recent shot. But since I got my hair cut quite a bit shorter, I figure in all…
