Category Archives: Aging

If life is information and a game of zero sum, I think I’ve won enough. Amassing goods before they had a name, awash in blessings and with too much stuff, it’s time for me to lose. I’ll place myself in … Continue reading →

I like to answer questions. I won’t duck a query, and I never “just because.” But yesterday I had a what-the-fuck occasion, when my daughter made me pause. “So how are you?” she asked. It’s been a while, and I … Continue reading →

Transitioning to new devices, shook and catalyzed by this environment, I’m modulating since I undertook a two-day pull from my retirement. Now I commute an unfamiliar route, and stay where I don’t live, and spend the day with novelty. I … Continue reading →

My days are changing rapidly. Routines begun when I was young and multi-tasked, refined in middle age, are not the means to any end for which I planned or asked. It used to be, I kept a list of goals … Continue reading →

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 →

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 →

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 →

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 →