Before I begin, I think it’s important that I disambiguate my chosen title. (Note: I could have used the word “clarify,” but who knows when another opportunity might arise to use a five-syllable word.) The title is not meant to refer to William Perry, the Chicago Bears defensive tackle who was so big that he
Congratulations Seniors! In addition to receiving benefits such as Social Security, Medicare, and discount movie tickets, you are now eligible to receive jokes in your inbox which keep reminding you that you’re old! It’s not that I resent jokes about aging. I think laughing at ourselves is healthy as long as you empty your bladder
The inevitable has happened. The insidious process has reached its conclusion. The final step has been taken, and the journey is over. I can deny it no longer. I have become my mother! Despite our self-righteous cries as young girls that we will never be like her, one day we look in the mirror, and
I had a very lovely Super Bowl Sunday birthday. Thank you for asking. And the outcome of our marital scrimmage about which occasion to celebrate? Both sides won. We had an early dinner at our favorite Italian restaurant. Agreeing to skip coffee and dessert, we were finished in time to join some friends to watch
This summer, I was fortunate enough to be able to spend more time than usual in the Big Apple. I realize that, based on what I just related, some of you might believe that the heat got to me and altered any semblance of rational thinking. But, hey, I’m a city kid, born and bred.
This essay originally appeared on September 17, 2015. I'm pleased to say I'm still standing and embracing the Third Stage of my life! For those of you who have imagined me lounging by the pool for the month of August, that couldn't be further from the truth. In fact, I've been lounging on my screen
Come on, admit it. We are all subject to occasional morbid thoughts, especially at that point in life when the number representing our chronological age exceeds the highway speed limit. Don’t tell me that you never think about the Grim Reaper, the Dark Angel, or any of the other euphemisms you can name to avoid
The inevitable has happened. The insidious process has reached its conclusion. The final step has been taken, and the journey is over. I can deny it no longer. I have become my mother! Despite our self-righteous cries as young girls that we will never be like her, one day we look in the mirror, and
I reached a milestone birthday this past weekend. No parades, no fireworks, and I respectfully social-distanced with my friends by not inviting them to a party. Instead, I passed a quiet evening with my honey at our favorite Italian restaurant, outside of course. And no gifts, please. I live in Florida now and have no
“The older you get, I have to say, the funnier you find life. That’s the only way to go. If you get serious about yourself as you get old, you are pathetic.” The quote above is from Diana Rigg, the actress, born 1938, died 2020. I found it in the New York Times on Monday,
