notquiteold

Nancy Roman

Category Archives: Aging

Using and Losing Time

A very scary event is on the horizon for me. My 50th high school reunion. FIFTY! I remember my parents going to my dad’s 50th. Oh my god, they were so OLD. It’s a good thing I’m so much younger now than they were then. A reunion is a wonderful time to gather and … …

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Just Admit It

Did you ever see an animal screw up and then look embarrassed? It happens sometimes. A dog swings a toy and hits himself in the face. A cat jumps to the counter and misses. A robin loses his battle with a worm. A usually surefooted squirrel wipes out on ice-crusted snow. And they might looked …

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Where I Ought To Be

I have a memory that keeps repeating in my brain. It was the summer of 1979. I was 28, and I had been working for the past three years at a research organization at the lowest possible rung that existed in that organization or perhaps any organization. I had a college degree in English, but …

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Margaret

Yesterday, I remembered a woman I met in the Fall of 1969. At the time, I was under the delusion that I was going to be a nurse. My mother was a nurse and I wanted to be like her. She had her doubts but she and my dad supported my decision to go to …

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In The Face Of Unkindness

Every day on Twitter, my dog Theo posts a tidbit of advice for a happier life. I will admit that I help him because he doesn’t type or spell well. But Theo also helps me because he definitely provides me with a happier life every day. Someone asked me recently how I (or Theo) come …

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Remembering A Friend

About a year ago, I wrote about kindness and friendship, and how I helped but ultimately failed a dear friend. I discovered yesterday that at the time I wrote that essay, my friend had already been dead for two years. Someone I loved – someone who had helped me and hurt me and I had …

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What You Can Learn

Well, here it is again. Another birthday. I’m now 68. How in the world did that happen? In some ways, being 68 is scary. But overall, it’s not so bad. My father lived to 88. My mother is still gracing this world with her lovely presence at 95. So I figure I probably still have …

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Not So Scary

I went to Zumba this week – how I love to dance away a few calories – although I probably need to Zumba about fifteen hours a day for the next month to make an impact on Christmas cookies. The class is conducted as a separate entity inside a very nice and busy workout gym. …

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Sweet Girls

Last year on this date, I wrote about a little girl who made me feel a little better about myself at a time I was hurt and vulnerable. (A Lesson In Shame) So today, I thought it would be appropriate to write about another childhood friend. When I was fifteen, my family moved across town. …

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How Old Is Mr. T?

Remember when you were a little kid and you’d meet some other kid in the playground or at school or in a store? One of the first questions you always asked was, “How old are you?” You were a little obsessed with age. You certainly didn’t want to play with a kid too much younger …

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