The Social Life of People over 70 Held Together by Titanium and Pain Meds. There was a time when getting together with friends meant gossip, laughter, and maybe a heated debate over potato salad recipes. Our biggest complaints were about work, teenagers, and men who didn’t know how to load a dishwasher. Now when myContinue reading “At This Age, Every Conversation Includes a Body Part”
Category Archives: Aging
Aging Out Loud
At seventy, I’ve become a public service announcement for orthopedic shoes. Apparently, I am supposed to be “slowing down.” That’s what people say in the same tone they use for microwaves with suspicious wiring. But here’s the thing. I’m not slowing down. I’m recalibrating. There’s a difference. I no longer run for buses—I evaluate whetherContinue reading “Aging Out Loud”
I’m Too Old to Be Polite About Injustice
There comes a moment in a woman’s life when she runs out of polite. Mine arrived somewhere between my first colonoscopy and someone calling me “adorable.” Let’s get something straight. Aging does not turn me into a decorative pillow. I still vote.I still pay attention.I still care who makes decisions about my healthcare, my SocialContinue reading “I’m Too Old to Be Polite About Injustice”
Retirement: Learning How to Breathe Again
I did it. After 45 years in the working world, I finally retired. There’s undeniable joy in knowing I’ll never again make that 40-minute commute, but that relief is tempered by a quiet sense of unease. This new chapter feels wide open—and a little intimidating.
Opening Pandora’s Box
Okay, so I don’t know who the heck opened Pandora’s box, but here we are facing all the evils in the world unleashed by COVID-19. There are no guarantees we’ll survive this virus or the economic disaster thrust upon us.
Grandma, Prepare to Die
I lamented that baby boomers had become irrelevant in my “When I’m 64” blog. Now Grandma is expendable. Cue the firing squad.
When I’m Sixty-Four
1967. It was the Summer of Love. Youth gathered in Haight-Ashbury to hear music, dance, do a few drugs, and celebrate peace and love. Rolling Stone magazine published its first issue, and the Green Bay Packers and Kansas City Chiefs played in the first Superbowl.