Category Archives: Aging

Finity

Posted on May 9, 2017 by sputterpub

I used to wear high heels to work most days – they made my legs look best, and I could stride impressively on streets and walks. I’d gaze at my reflected posture full of pride. But that was then; my … Continue reading →

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Now

Posted on March 28, 2017 by sputterpub

I’m losing people now. The rate of birth of grandkids doesn’t nearly compensate for folks I used to love who’ve left the earth, and for acquaintances who relocate as age inspires them to seek more heat or less expensive residence. … Continue reading →

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Die Dice

Posted on November 25, 2016 by sputterpub

Do people still tell bawdy jokes in bars? It’s far too long since I have been or heard. The months elapse like days – momentum jars me like some glimpses through my eyes: absurd how lined my face is now, … Continue reading →

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Sexagenaria

Posted on September 13, 2016 by sputterpub

I know it takes some bravery to age, but no one mentioned every sad surprise. So I was steeled to wrinkle, for the stage that features fear of falls, for failing eyes and hearing loss as I grew long in … Continue reading →

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The Latest Complaint

Posted on September 12, 2016 by sputterpub

Four months ago I hurt my finger, when I tried to help a neighbor up who fell. The woman’s old but mean; she flailed and then my pinky twisted and began to swell. Ensuing bruising purpled half my hand, retreating … Continue reading →

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Body Language

Posted on September 8, 2016 by sputterpub

Like everyone, I’m interested to see if others of my cohort have the clue that played out leads to centered ecstasy, so I keep watching her and him and you. We’re almost elders now but seldom wise. We seem to … Continue reading →

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Hypochondria

Posted on August 9, 2016 by sputterpub

Exactly how much notice should I give to little bumps that feel like fat or bone? Disdaining waiting rooms is how I’d live, and waiting for a change in shape or tone. The symptom tends to worsen or to shrink … Continue reading →

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Plaintive Plan

Posted on July 4, 2016 by sputterpub

We seldom sleep as deeply now at night; we’re half-awake each time we shift in bed. And so we like to slumber in the light of 3 p.m., and after sunset’s red has dimmed, we sudden-snooze on couch or chair. … Continue reading →

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Gray Men Walking

Posted on June 14, 2016 by sputterpub

I’m strolling to the market for some fruit. It’s spring, the sun is out, near 3 o’clock in Berkeley so I’m watching for the root that hoists a hazard of a sidewalk block. Approaching me’s a man with sparse gray … Continue reading →

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Weekday Immigrant

Posted on May 27, 2016 by sputterpub

The sidewalks teemed with joggers Thursday, when I ambled to the store before the heat. I wondered if tradition summoned men and women in their shorts to pavement-meet for exercise – a Thursday concrete run to counter Taco Tuesday’s calories? … Continue reading →

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