Category Archives: Aging

When we were young we smoked a ton of weed. We bought it by the kilo around here. It didn’t lead to heroin or speed addiction. Alcoholics don’t use beer as gateway drinks, and while we smoked a lot, and … Continue reading →

I woke today with normal energy. I wrote and took my morning exercise while reading and with coffee next to me. I showered then and dashed off quick replies to texts from family. And when I looked for other tasks, … Continue reading →

A fortnight after Christmas, it’s my turn. Exactly one week after New Year’s day, I can’t avoid my birthday. Sure I yearn for youthful vigor, and I loathe the lay of lines around my mouth and squinting eyes, but passion … Continue reading →

My father wanted me to exercise. He called me sedentary, and made fun of me determining to train my eyes on books and paper, when I ought to run around the high school track across the street. I loved my … Continue reading →

I worried so when I was young, I built my frets to threats against all inner peace. While other Jews were specialists at guilt, I nurtured my anxiety’s increase. Now doubtless I’ve surpassed my mother’s skill, envisioning the ways things … Continue reading →

Accustomed as I am to be shut up whenever I’m in Mom’s vicinity, as much as I’m determined to put up with disregard for my veracity and memory (and cause she set the tone at home, my dad and brothers … Continue reading →

It isn’t fair how fortunate I am. I haven’t great accomplishments or wealth. A member of a loved and loving fam- ily, enjoying more of elder health than all my nuts and exercise deserve, abiding in a friendly neighborhood, in … Continue reading →

She lately hates her teeth, and can’t abide the image that her photograph arrests. Her pose before a mirror shows the side that she prefers; in shop-glass, face and chest don’t look too bad, but cameras always still her face … Continue reading →