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Nancy Roman

Tag Archives: Aging

How Funky Winkerbean Changed My Life

First, let me assure you that not all of my Life Philosophies are derived from the Sunday comics. That being said, I admit that Funky Winkerbean changed my life. Do you remember hapless Les back in the 70s?  (By the way, I’ve never really understood the word ‘hapless’–why does poor Les have no hap?) Anyway, …

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The Best Book I Ever Read

We haven’t had much snow this Winter (Autumn, however, was ridiculous). We had a little snow last weekend, and as I looked out over the slope of our backyard, I thought about sledding. And the image of sledding always reminds me of… Annette Funicello. When I was about ten, I became friends with a girl …

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Again With Boots

If I appear slightly obsessed with boots… well…I guess I can live with that. But it’s not my fault. Boots just keep tromping into my life. To recap (yeah, that’s another post; everything converges), I bought these great boots, although I had to get them two sizes too big in order to zip them up …

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Walking To School With Abraham Lincoln

Way back in the day, I trudged through eight-foot snowdrifts in my nine-mile commute to school. Okay, that was Abraham Lincoln. But I feel almost as old while I wait in the line of traffic following the school bus. It’s a cold day and there was a dusting of snow last night. But that doesn’t …

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Starting Off On The Right Foot

I am happy to report significant progress in my third Zumba class. For those who (perhaps wisely) pay no attention to pop culture, Zumba is the latest fitness craze.  It is like the aerobics classes that were hot in the eighties, except with more hip action and much cooler music. My first class didn’t really …

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Rank And File

I have stunning powers of concentration. When I am engrossed in a book (or in my work, even though I much prefer a book), the entire world vanishes. You can walk into my office and when you start to speak, you have to scrape me off the ceiling. I once had a ecology-minded job where …

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Not Quite Right, Dr. Freud

I was reminded the other day of Freud’s theory that by age six or so, a young girl is devastated by the realization that she doesn’t have a penis. She experiences this as a great loss that affects her for the rest of her life. I think I read about Freud’s claims when I was …

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Dancing In The Dark

I am thrilled to report significant progress on my 2012 goals. I am ever so much closer to being a contestant on “Dancing With The Stars!” That’s right.  My quest for the Mirror-Ball Trophy has taken a dramatic leap forward. I often need to get up during the night.  Usually because of the needs of …

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But My Ankles Look Slim.

Last month when I spent the day in New York City, I found that my beloved boot-cut jeans were out of fashion, and everyone was wearing skinny jeans tucked into boots (“Country Mouse“). I always buy Christmas presents for myself. And guess what? I always seem to pick out just the perfect gift for me. It’s …

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And Of Course Mom Was Right!

In my essay about my Mom’s advice (“Beyond Clean Underwear”), I quoted my Mother’s career advice: “Be as creative as you want, but also develop a skill to fall back on. I’ve never seen a want-ad for a poet.” She said this to me in my junior year of college.  I had just received a …

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