…and Don’t Forget Ageism!

At age 79, I’ve become acutely aware of ageism.  Ageism is generally  perpetrated by someone decades younger than the target. It’s a form of generally accepted  ridicule.   Usually by smug men. It makes me angry and it needs to be called out more frequently than it is. We older adults have to be careful notContinue reading “…and Don’t Forget Ageism!”

The Age of Innocence

  From out of nowhere, an old friend emailed me an old photo he had from 1955 of the two of us making out together.  I easily remembered the drill.  A group of us would meet up at a friend’s house, gathering on an early summer’s evening.  My friend’s parents were always expecting us andContinue reading “The Age of Innocence”

What’s Going On?

I am immediately reminded of our shared humanity when I look at the faces of the people listening to the poet Coleman Barks read a poem of Rumi’s on Bill Moyer’s website.  In my mind, they share a yearning for meaning and connection.  I recognize myself in their expressions. Bill Moyers is the everyman’s sageContinue reading “What’s Going On?”

The (not so much) Great Getaway

The hills surrounding Santa Barbara rose to meet us as we headed North on the 101, our first escape from sheltering in place. To my surprise, the grasses on the hills are now golden, the deep emerald green just a memory, vanishing quickly once the rainy season ended about the same time as the covidContinue reading “The (not so much) Great Getaway”

I Remember Mother’s Day

I went all out for Mother’s Day when I was a child.  I took it very seriously.  I had a ritual that I repeated for many years. On the Saturday before THE SUNDAY, I would ride my bike to an old vacant lot surrounded by hedges of lilacs that were about two stories high.  ThereContinue reading “I Remember Mother’s Day”

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