Category Archives: Aging

Matt’s Mind

Posted on August 16, 2017 by sputterpub

When the phone rang at 8:30 last Thursday night, Del hesitated before answering. She was tired; she didn’t want to talk to anyone. Her mother is nearly 92 and Del would definitely speak to her, but the caller ID on … Continue reading →

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MM

Posted on August 15, 2017 by sputterpub

Invited to retrace our steps, the lane of memory unfurled before my eyes. I read the words of he who would attain the vision of his Lord. He testifies with palms upheld, with capitals for nouns. Engaging Reason to bring … Continue reading →

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Change of Life

Posted on August 10, 2017 by sputterpub

Assuming I inherited the curse of fierce impatience from my hasty mom, I tried to justify it. Sure it’s worse to suffer, I asserted with aplomb, complaint or pain in silence! Not my goal, I told my friends, and yet … Continue reading →

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Why Not?

Posted on August 7, 2017 by sputterpub

I walk for transportation. People ask where do I get the time to move that way? As if a chance to meditate’s a task, or trekking this topography’s a gray obnoxious labor. What would I prefer? The stress-release of walking … Continue reading →

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Tissue Lint

Posted on August 4, 2017 by sputterpub

I got so old I now have allergies, or maybe it’s particulates in air, but often I’m beset – I sniff and sneeze repeatedly. I blow my nose and tear the tissue, marveling at sinus spill. Too young to tuck … Continue reading →

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Ermine

Posted on August 1, 2017 by sputterpub

My hair was almost black when I was born. A young brunette, I argued with my peers that contrast was more lovely, long or shorn, but now I’ve grown my sable white with years. I used to be the youngest … Continue reading →

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Solarity

Posted on July 25, 2017 by sputterpub

As much as I love winter weather, chill in summer seldom suits my mood. I look outdoors and don my robe and wonder: will I run the heat? Curl up and read a book? But it’s July. The sun is … Continue reading →

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I’m Sorry

Posted on July 17, 2017 by sputterpub

I stopped apologizing, called a truce toward everyone who disagrees with me, and challenged my habitual excuse for fierce expression (“it’s my tendency”). And after quelling quiet for a while, without a stroke my center was revealed, and I began … Continue reading →

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Apologos

Posted on July 14, 2017 by sputterpub

Exasperated with apologies, I’m counseling my girlfriends to be proud of getting to our age. We ought to seize this opportunity to state out loud: I didn’t buckle to the discipline. I figured out a method to survive as my … Continue reading →

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Three Times

Posted on July 6, 2017 by sputterpub

Three times I found the bathroom light still lit when I went there to use the toilet. Twice I meant to turn it off. Appropriate response, except “forgot it” won’t suffice. And so, when for the third time I approached, … Continue reading →

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