Category: Aging in Abundance

I’m in Those Shoes

I’m not an autism mom but that doesn’t mean I don’t get it. I get it. The world and everything in it has to be okay for all of us – the halt and the lame, as a professor of mine used to say.… Continue Reading “I’m in Those Shoes”

My Uncle Winston’s War Letters

There were dozens of them, letters from my uncle to his mother written while he served in the Army in World War II. The handwriting was careful and perfect, the lines even and straight on unlined paper, penmanship so perfect it could instruct third… Continue Reading “My Uncle Winston’s War Letters”

Confronting My Own Ageism

Viewed from behind, the man appeared to be headless. There were his khaki pants, his white shirt neatly tucked in, a cane swinging as he walked, but where his head should have been there was only his collar. As we drove by him and… Continue Reading “Confronting My Own Ageism”