My friend Cindy had a birthday last week. We won’t talk numbers because those are an irrelevant marker to a life well lived. Let’s just say Cindy is aging with a mighty beautiful patina. This is a woman who recently wore a dress that fit her so well the term “Pippa Butt†was bandied about with envious appreciation each time… Read More
Where We Live
Housing and Aging The steps in the houses they’re building today Are so high that they take… your breath all away. And the streets are much steeper than ten years ago. That should explain why my walking is slow. –R. Stewart  For some time now I’ve been having dreams about a house I’ve never seen in real life. It is… Read More
Peek!
I know, I know, I write about too many Pudgy behaviors. And no, I’m not talking about trying to zip my jeans after a chocolate orgy, although that could bring us down the pudgy-speak road rather quickly. In this case I mean I probably blog about our cat, Pudgy, too much. In my defense she constantly amuses me, so why… Read More
I’ll Have A Large Slab Of Conversation…Well Done Please
A drab, emotionless couple sat across from each other eating in silence. Bite after bite of food was consumed, but no conversation or eye contact spiced up the meal. Audrey Hepburn’s character, Joanna, looks at Albert Finney’s character, Mark, and says, “What kind of people just sit like that without a word to say to each other?â€Â He replies, “Married… Read More
Cold Hands, Warm Hearts
On the television show, Seinfeld, George once complained about “shrinkage†when his favorite male body part was exposed to cold ocean water. Well, George, try living in Minnesota when the actual air temperature is “zero,†and the windchill factor drops the temperature to -15 or-20. As in below zero. I’m not a guy, but even I feel like my more… Read More
Remembering What I Wanted To Say About Alzheimer’s Disease
About two years ago a teacher at my college seemed distracted, but was trying her best to be present as our three hour class wore on. During the break I asked if there was something troubling her, and she shared that her mother was near death… but in many ways had left her long ago. Her mother had Alzheimer’s disease…. Read More
No’s Because My Daughter Knows
It’s such an odd feeling when your children surpass you in wisdom. Well, okay, maybe wisdom isn’t the right word. Maybe they know you so well that they kindly suggest your behavior isn’t in your best interest, thereby causing you to slap your head and wonder why you didn’t realize you were about to drive into a lake because the… Read More
Weighting For Perspective
There was one parking spot left, and it wasn’t a good one. I edged my car next to the mega-sized, mega-testosteroned truck–the one with the decal of a shapely woman submissively posed on all fours–and hoped there was room to open my door without chipping paint. Ah, January, the month of inspired resolutions, too many new members at the workout… Read More
Dianne Aigaki: A Voice That Needs To Be Heard
The old van, gears grinding and tires bald, struggled through deep ruts of rain soaked clay. The serpentine line of vehicles–barely moving–suggested the road ahead would not be any easier. Five American women, of which I was one, and our Chinese driver approached the Chinese guarded checkpoint with pseudo-calm. Beneath our facades of placid disinterest, we were churning. If we… Read More
Tattered And Treasured
Mary Ann laid a stunning, intricate-patterned, red doily on the dining room table. It was about the size of a large pizza, and mesmerizing in its fragile design. Her daughter, Shelley, said, “Mom! Did you do that? It’s incredible.â€Â Mary Ann smiled, hesitated a bit, and then said, “No. But I was hoping after I died and you were going… Read More
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