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Nancy Roman

Category Archives: Aging

Five Things You Deserve

Summertime – which also means time for a summer re-run. Here’s a post from three years ago – something I originally wrote for the Huffington Post. ***   FIVE THINGS YOU DESERVE NOW   Years ago, when I was single – I’d say young and carefree, except I wasn’t quite that young, and I’m not …

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Rethinking Reincarnation

About five years ago, when I was in one of my rare poetic moods, I wrote a poem about Reincarnation. Here it as, and it’s short, so if you are one of the millions of poetry-averse souls, be assured that you can get it through it very quickly and go on without much long-lasting trauma. …

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Getting Through The Workday

I’ve had a lot of great jobs in my life. I’ve also had a couple of miserable jobs. But even when the job is miserable there are great moments in there. And even when the job is great, there are bound to be some miserable moments. I don’t have to tell you that you should …

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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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