notquiteold

Nancy Roman

Category Archives: Aging

A Father’s Duties

In the parking lot at the Petco store, I watch a dad with his three kids. Two boys and girl. The boys are maybe seven and eight; the little girl perhaps four. At the entrance to the store, Dad stops. I see him tell the boys to wait a second. Dad has noticed that the …

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Horrible Beauty

When I was out driving yesterday, I was suddenly engulfed in a blizzard. A pollen blizzard. The sun lit up the millions of pollen bits and dandelion fluffs floating through the air. It was the Dance of the Allergens. And I just laughed. Because those awful things reap havoc on me… and yet they were …

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Birthdays

A few years ago I wrote a post – Oh, Grow Up! –  in which I wrote about the childish things that we need to leave behind. Don’t get me wrong. I think we should act like children a lot more often than we do – especially because we mostly still feel like children inside. …

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Counting

When I go to the beach, I spend most of my time counting. Counting heads. I watch everyone. I worry about someone drowning. Someone might not be watching someone they love. Just for a split second. Someone looks away and someone goes under. It won’t happen on my watch. Because I watch. My mother watched. …

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You’re Fine

Last year I wrote about Being Kind – To That Special Someone. Meaning YOU. I think in this difficult time – and in good times too, all time, really – we need to be a lot nicer to ourselves. Use the good china. Buy yourself flowers. Take a walk and look at the trees instead of your phone. And please, please, please – Don’t be …

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Dear Mom

Back in December, I wrote a post to my mother, apologizing for all the aggravation I caused her. I finally understood how aggravating I actually was, now that I had a dog who was demonstrating to me every possible aggravation a mother can feel. I never showed that post to Mom, however. Sometimes she’s a …

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Note To Self

Every once in a while I see an essay or blog or video that looks back to the author’s childhood – hoping somehow to make it better. Invariably, these stories are titled something like, “What I Wish I Could Tell My Younger Self.” I can see the appeal of it. From a decades-later perspective, when …

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Maybe I Was Right After All

I am a product of the Woodstock generation. I graduated high school in 1969 – the year of Woodstock. Not that I was even aware of Woodstock at the time. I was clueless (which was not even a word back then) of the concert/festival/free-for-all until after it had already occurred.  But I wholeheartedly jumped onto …

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The Bowling Alley Revelation

-OR- How My Sister’s Embarrassing Mishap Led Me To My Passion   This incident occurred about 50 years ago. So I am not saying that I remember it all accurately. And although I could ask my sister – since it is her incident, not mine – I really don’t want her to screw up my …

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You Are Entitled

Yesterday, a friend posted this meme on Facebook. And in a way, I agree. It aggravates me (like it probably aggravates everyone) to hear people complain that Life is not fair. No. Life is not fair. Sometimes you don’t get the job, even though you deserve it. Sometimes your marriage ends even though you gave …

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