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Nancy Roman

Category Archives: Aging

Bossy

I haven’t written for a while. I’ve been trying to decide what to write about going back to work after five years of retirement. But now I’ve decided – I love it. I wasn’t bored in my retirement. I write. I paint. I play with my dogs and cats. I belong to more than one …

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Having Lost My Mind

I have now been retired for five years. I love being retired. I love living my life exactly as I wish. No schedule. No deadlines. No bosses. And now I have done it. Or un-done it. Lost my senses. I’ve un-retired. I saw a posting for a part-time bookkeeper at my local library. And all …

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Unedited

I have a writer friend. Like many of my writer friends, I don’t truly know her. She’s a professional acquaintance. I like her. But mostly because I like writers. I don’t even remember how we became friends – or, more accurately, internet acquaintances. But it was many years ago. Maybe our first books came out …

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Old Poetry

When I was a teenager, I wrote a lot of poetry.  Some of it was good – I won a few awards. But most of it was typical adolescent mediocrity. Life is never more unfair or more glorious than when you are seventeen. Most of it didn’t survive. I remember only orphan lines. They come …

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Not Having Children

(I wrote this essay twenty years ago. I published it here for the first time six years ago. This Mother’s Day, I share it again.) *** I married when I was forty. It was amazing at that age how many people asked me if we were going to have children. No, I’d say, We’re not …

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Ghosted

I just spent all day writing a long piece on the end of a friendship. I decided not to post it. Because I realize that after 1500 words, what I wanted to say wasn’t there. Here is a short version. A year ago, a friend ghosted me. She broke dates, stopped calling, stopped returning my …

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‘Not Quite Old’ Is Now Quite Old

Another birthday. A big one. I’m 70. Dear God – could that even be true? Seventy. I’m not sure what 70 is supposed to feel like. But I didn’t expect it to feel like this. Like … Nice. I just received a card in the mail from a sweet cousin. It made me laugh out …

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My Acapulco Admirer

Ages and ages ago, when I was about twenty, I went on a bargain vacation to Mexico. A high school friend was attending college there, and she found a cheap hotel and I found a cheap airfare, and I met her over Christmas break for a week in Acapulco. I had never traveled alone before …

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Down in Mom’s Cellar

Last week, I went down to my mom’s basement to do her laundry. Except for the washer and dryer, no one ever uses the basement any more. The stuff down there has been down there for years. Anything useful was rescued years ago. On the beam that runs across the ceiling, there are a bunch …

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Losing Control

This week the carpenter came to do some repairs. The dogs did their typical thing. Theo was all over the carpenter, insisting on attention and constant petting. Henry stood four feet behind the guy, barking his silly protective head off. Which one was annoying? Both, of course. Too much love gets in the way of …

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