Gracefully Aging – With Resistance

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It’s my mother’s birthday. She’s 90. I can hardly believe it. To me, she’s still my glamorous mom, and I’m her little girl, trying to follow in her footsteps. When someone says, “Oh no, I’m becoming my mother!” – I laugh. But really there’s not much I would like better than to become my mother. …

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I No Longer Wish To Decide

All my adult life, I have been a decision-maker. When I was a little girl, my hand was always raised in class. In fact, I was usually jumping out of my seat in my enthusiasm for answering a question. Any question: Where is Mexico?  When was the French Revolution? What time is lunch? Having two …

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Lessons From The Straight And Narrow

I stopped today on a busy street to let some poor schmuck get out of his driveway. A whole bunch of memories drove off with him. When I was a little kid, I lived in a three-family house. My Aunt Evelyn and Uncle Bo and their three kids lived on the first floor. We – …

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My Ghost Makes Crank Calls

An old post for Halloween: Many years ago, my husband and I bought an old house. Built around 1840, we didn’t know too much about its history. We did know about one lady who lived there. Her grandson, now our age, was our neighbor. She must have been a pretty nice Grandma, because Jim didn’t really …

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That Explains A Lot

Everyone has those moments – when you hear or see something   – that suddenly gives you insight into your own nature. I’ve heard it called an “aha moment” – and that expression really fits.  “Aha! That’s why I’m me.” For instance, when I was a kid, I went through a short phase where I …

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The Idea Of It

Several years ago –  about 52, to be honest – I was helping myself to some pasta at a family dinner. I have to digress a bit here.  It wasn’t pasta. I never heard the word ‘pasta’ until decades later. We did not eat pasta in the 50s and 60s. We had Spaghetti or Macaroni. …

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I’m jealous of my husband. Not jealous OVER my husband. Although I guess I would if he had a girlfriend. I guess. Maybe I would. I definitely would. Eventually. And I’m not jealous because he’s a MAN. No, I never wanted to be a man. As Elaine Benes said, “I don’t know how you guys …

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I’ve said before that I can’t park. Parallel is ridiculous. Good thing I didn’t have to demonstrate to get my license. But the only place where I must parallel park is my Yoga class.  But I’ve worked it out. I wait by the fire hydrant for the previous class to get out. I wait for …

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The Things My Things Need

I received an email from my favorite retailer the other day: “Your Jeans Need This” I naturally opened it right away. I was very anxious to know what my jeans needed. My jeans had not expressed any desires or dissatisfactions in quite some time. I was a conscience-stricken that my jeans might be reluctant to …

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The Dishwashing Experience

The phenomenon of “Dishpan Diarrhea” really seemed to strike a chord with many readers. (which I’ll admit is a strange metaphor, but who’s to say that diarrhea is not melodic?) But I digress. Since so many of you could relate to dish-washing avoidance, I figured I could milk the idea expound on the subject for one …

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