Category: Aging Tales
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Mercy Received, Mercy Given
Before I landed in New York for Easter, my husband found his 84-year old mother on the floor of her apartment.
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The Empty Nest Isn’t Empty
When I moved into our house in late November, I pulled one Ziploc snack bag from a new box of 50. Four months later, 49 remain. For over two decades, we needed three, 100-count back-up boxes of snack bags because I was packing lunches. My college kids shopped the pantry…
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Etiquette is Becoming Obsolete…Even at the Library
I love love and rarely watch a rom-com I don’t enjoy. But my affinity for love-stories does not carry over…
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The Everyday, Rarely-Instagrammed-Things
The Instagram version of life is enticing. Out there is better. The grass is greener. If we’re wise, we know that “out there” is right here: in the home, at work, during conversations. Time. Presence. Effort.
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Happy Galentine’s Day
A lady I just met (literally ten minutes earlier), randomly started discussing how difficult it was to work with other women.
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Handstands in the Rain
I was in the city at my daughter’s apartment and left later than usual. It was almost dusk, rain was imminent.
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We Became the Roots They Needed
While walking a wooded area of a beautiful park, I noticed several tree roots at my feet. My two thoughts? 1) Don’t twist an ankle.
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No “Back to School”
I was shopping and back to school signs hung everywhere. Here in New York, students return next week. I miss the former life season of fresh notebooks and the beginning of fall sports. I knew I’d miss it when I was in it. I knew I’d miss the rhythm of…
Tales from a Mid-Lifer 