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Old lady with too much going on and a lot of long-winded honesty

  I have an acquaintance who writes a blog called Snarky Senior. And boy, she has no qualms about being cheeky. It’s pretty entertaining, of course.   I’m not quite as in-your-face as she is, although I used to be when I was younger. But I found I was not attracting a lot of camaraderie with this approach, and although [...]

March 8th, 2022|

Camp Fire Girls cultural borrowings from late 1950’s forward

I had a song running through my head this past week, and realized it was from Camp Fire Girls’ camp, 1957. (I was actually singing it to my old peculiar tortoise shell cat, Leila, who loves being sung to.) I always thought that these were the words: “Ocky tocky oomba, ocky tocky oomba, hey diddle, hi diddle ho diddle ay,” [...]

February 22nd, 2022|

Suffering, yearning, envy, acceptance and gratitude. In a nutshell.

Those sound like the four horsemen of the apocalypse and their better angel, don’t they?   I live in an area where there are winter days that sometimes don’t get below 57-60 Fahrenheit. We have a pool, which we installed eighteen years ago so that I could dip my post-polio body into it regularly, walk (which is hard for me [...]

February 1st, 2022|

Memorable holidays

Because I was raised in a Christian home, we celebrated all the holidays originated by early or later Christians (some traditions actually co-opted from Pagans, such as the wonder of a bright decorated tree, and celebrating this near the Solstice). Christmas, following my December birthday, is still my favorite. Now that I’m less religious, and married to a wonderful yet [...]

December 14th, 2021|

A letter from Daddy – 1951

A few months out of the hospital, late 1951 A letter from Daddy My niece died recently, of ALS. Going through things she had saved, I found a scrapbook my mother (her maternal grandmother) had started in the mid-1920’s, with lovely cards given to her by her first husband, my sister’s father. My niece would have said, “My [...]

September 23rd, 2021|

What we leave behind

This past weekend, I spoke at the memorial service for my niece, who died a month ago and was one of my two closest blood relatives. It was good to have a few meals and time with some of the remaining members of my family and her friends, and I also spent several hours combing through various bits of my [...]

August 31st, 2021|

Mothers: the rose and the thorn

Recently I attended a Zoom meeting of one of my two women’s groups. The theme the facilitators chose was “Mothers—the Rose and the Thorn.”  Ah, such an apt metaphor, I thought. We each had the opportunity to express from our hearts how our mothers, most of whom had passed long ago, had both the rose and the thorn in their [...]

May 6th, 2021|

Drive my car

Here’s an excerpt from my forthcoming book, No Spring Chicken: Stories and Advice from a Wild Handicapper on Aging and Disability. Some people may not know that the physical aspects of driving a car can be a challenge for a person with even partial paralysis. As a teenager and thereafter, I had to drive crossing my left leg in front [...]

April 15th, 2021|
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