Tag: Aging Tales
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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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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…
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Poem Published on Spillwords Press
I just returned to NY from traveling and was a day late coming home, not checking my Gmail while away. I was thrilled and truly thankful that a poem I submitted on May 2nd was published on May 9th. I am sincerely grateful to Dagmara K. for selecting my poem…
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You’re Middle Age When…Searching for Spectacles
You are middle age when… while searching for your reading glasses, you look like a third-base MLB coach giving signals! Tapping pants pockets, your shirt, your head… even your ears, looking for where you left them!
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I Had the Time of My Life Fighting Dragons with You
Seated on the floor surrounded by moving bins, Taylor Swift’s music played in the background (randomly on my daughter’s Spotify) while I rummaged through my three kids’ middle school papers. My twins had just started sixth grade when we moved here and my youngest began fourth. Change is rarely easy…
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The Reminiscing
Most people merely laugh and cry while pouring over 1000’s of photos when packing up to move. This deep thinker took it to another level, wondering if Socrates would have included the usefulness of photographs and videos in his idiom that the “unexamined life is not worth living”. Do reminiscing…
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And So She Flew…Again
I laid in bed, silently grumbling that I was awake at 5:30am and didn’t need to be on that particular Friday morning. My eldest daughter was getting ready for work upstairs and I wondered if her Shark hair styler woke me. I pulled the blanket up to my chin, hoping…
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You’re Middle-Age When…Heating Pads and High Heels
High heels and wine glasses previously lingering from Friday nights long ago, have been replaced by heating pads and orthopedic footwear… This was my Saturday morning view on the way to the kitchen-from my Friday night of packing boxes (we are selling this big empty nest–another post someday)… I still…
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Are We in “Mid-Life” or on the Back 9?
Speaking in golf terms for my husband, I answer across the room, “we are on the back nine, no longer in mid-life”. He’s not happy. “Why do you have to say that?” We were talking about him turning 60 last summer and me being deep into my 50’s. It’s a…
Tales from a Mid-Lifer 