notquiteold

Nancy Roman

Category Archives: Aging

Stuck

I have finished the first draft of my new novel. Yea for me! It is off at the editor’s and now I am stuck. Stuck between that story and whatever come next. Because I can’t quite shake that story. I’m still in there. The story is set in 1968 and the main character is a …

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Two Lessons A Year

Another Year. Another Birthday. A year ago I was sitting here writing about all the stuff I wanted to learn in the twenty years I figured I had left in my life. If I was right, and I’m always right (in my mind, anyway), I now have nineteen years left. Did I learn enough this …

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Not Scary

A few nights ago, I drove by a building I used to know. I’ve been by that building hundreds of times, but not at night. The darkness made all the difference. I worked there. At night. It was my first job after college. I guess it was a terrible job, but it took me six …

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We Are Different

A few months ago, I wrote about my upcoming 50th high school reunion (Using And Losing Time). I was anticipating the event with both pleasure and anxiety. I was looking forward to seeing old friends again. But I worried that I had not been as ‘successful’ as I would have wished. That I wasted too …

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What If You Fail?

What would you attempt to do if you knew you could not fail? This saying was popularized back in the 70s and is mainly attributed to Robert Schuller, a televanglist I didn’t much like. But I did like this axiom. And it came into prominence again in this decade as the result of a terrific …

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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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