Category Archives: Aging
Not Quite Patient
Patience is a wonderful thing. So is impatience. I am willing to wait a long time for what I really want. I didn’t marry until I was forty. And as I approach my twentieth anniversary, I know it was definitely worth the wait. So why do I endorse impatience too? Because when you impatiently fill …
How To Embarrass A Teenager
I don’t have kids of my own, and perhaps it takes a hell of a lot more these days to make a kid blush, but here’s the most cringe-worthy event of my teenage life (apologies to my sweet – and very manly – little brother): I must have been about sixteen. I was on …
Bad Hair Years
I had a bad hair day yesterday. I went to my nephew’s wedding. And no, I didn’t wear the fringed slip. But I did wear a low cut, tight black dress, and danced “Shout” with abandon. But my hair — not so hot. My bangs, which often torment me with a life of their own, …
Not Quite Instant Karma
When I was eleven, I stole an idea. It was 1962, and I was hospitalized briefly for a minor problem. Not being really sick, I was very happy to be in the hospital, where I could get all kinds of attention and sympathy. I was enjoying myself tremendously. The girl in the next bed had …
It’s My Own Stupid Fault
I complained with vigor two weeks ago that men can’t find anything. (“Where’s My Hat?” Asked Waldo) Almost everyone agreed that it’s true. Men have no “looking” skills. But now I must confess – that at least in my case – it’s my own fault. I have created my own unseeing monster. I married when …
Eye Of The Beholder
I love Halloween. I loved it when I was a kid, as it was the only time except for Christmas and Easter when I got to dress up. And I loved dressing up. I didn’t outgrow it. I especially loved Halloween as a ‘youngish’ single. I am naturally pretty shy. But on Halloween, I didn’t …
My Ghost Makes Crank Calls
Many years ago, my husband and I bought an old house. Built around 1840, we didn’t know too much about its history. We did know about one lady who lived there. Her grandson, now our age, was our neighbor. She must have been a pretty nice Grandma, because Jim didn’t really want us to change a …
Meanies
So….My last post was my most successful ever. ‘Ever’ meaning three months. I had a surprising number of views – and I am even adjusting for the new weird way that WordPress seems to be counting views. I think their new methodology may be akin to every kid getting a trophy at T-Ball. But whatever. …
Not Picky, Just Discriminating
This is the bravest post I’ve published so far. Because I am displaying eight (!) photos of myself, all unflattering. In none of these photos am I the oh-so-young looking, semi-adorable sixty-year-old. No, I’m just your average sixty-year-old. Way too average. But in my defense, I was just out running errands with my husband. It’s …
Not My Dream Job
As I wrote in my last post, for a very long time (too long to call it a childhood fantasy) I wanted to be on TV. Well, it sort of turned out that way. I worked for TV. Though not as an actress playing the heroine. I was in Finance. But although I was preparing …
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