Category: Aging
Published on October 20, 2023
The Witch in My Hips
When I first started taking Salsa classes, I looked around at all those tone young bodies, feeling a bit intimidated. What am I doing dancing with these young men, young enough to be my son? […]
Published on May 09, 2023
Re-Wilding Body
Slowly, she whispers, feel into me slowly. I am a miracle and yet you are ignorant. I am not your accomplishment or your achievement. Know me, slowly. The miracle of a million functions a day, […]
Published on February 22, 2023
He’s Interested in Me – Part 2
I’d barely posted part one of this story, when there was already more to tell. It had been a few days since our last communication and I had that ‘butterflies in my tummy feeling,’ wondering when, if, […]
Published on February 17, 2023
He’s Interested in Me.
My wooden steps were on the brink of collapsing, and a construction crew finally showed up last week to replace them. As they were getting set up, all I could think of was how relieved […]
Published on October 14, 2022
Moments of Mindfulness
We walked the other day, just me and my mother. We walked from one sunny end of the street to the end of the block, where my red car was parked. We didn’t walk too far […]
Published on March 18, 2021
Ode to Bobcat
On Sunday morning I let my cat out the front door. Later that afternoon, I heard him yowling in the backyard to come in. I opened the door and was surprised to see he was limping, unable […]
Published on January 05, 2021
Company of Stars
I am here, at the crack of dawn, doing this thing. It is simply deciding, choosing. To set the alarm, Get out of bed, Sit down with pen and paper, To be here, doing this […]
Published on September 17, 2020
Underneath the Noise of Her Leaving
What is this feeling? It is joy, it is pleasure, it is fun. It is lightness. Free from worry and resentment and sorrow and anger. It is a sparkle of sunlight in a thick fog. […]
Published on August 24, 2020
Another Bridge
Don’t look too far ahead. At the tsunami headed our way. Don’t look up from the path in front, the next footstep in front. Watch out for rabbit holes and landmines, They are everywhere as […]
Published on June 17, 2020
Puppet on a String
She is like a puppet on a string, my Mother. “It’s time to wake up, Ma.” Even as she lies blissfully asleep, comfortable, free of pain or sorrow. But her diapers are soaked and there’s the smell […]
