Tag: inspiration

The Place of a Hundred Stories

My writing partner is inert. He is lying on a very threadbare sky blue chair given to us by my husband’s cousin. It was his mother’s so beloved in a way. For years, I appreciated the wornness of the old chair, how I could… Continue Reading “The Place of a Hundred Stories”

You’re Asking the Wrong Question

I’m sorry. Let me say this in the kindest possible way. Asking me what I will do to stay ‘young at heart’ as I get older is ageist. Why would anyone assume that it is better to be young at heart than old at… Continue Reading “You’re Asking the Wrong Question”

You’re Asking the Wrong Question

I’m sorry. Let me say this in the kindest possible way. Asking me what I will do to stay ‘young at heart’ as I get older is ageist. Why would anyone assume that it is better to be young at heart than old at… Continue Reading “You’re Asking the Wrong Question”

Advent 5: Dress Up

Nancy Pelosi is the glory of old. She is the white suit, high heels, red lipstick glory of old. She is the I know what I believe and what I have to do glory of old. She is the I’ve got the votes or… Continue Reading “Advent 5: Dress Up”

Never Too Old

Two feminist heroes are in the news in the same week. Kaci Hickox, the nurse who went bike riding rather than comply with a self-quarantine after volunteering with Doctors without Borders in Sierra Leone, and Brittany Maynard, the woman with brain cancer who set… Continue Reading “Never Too Old”

You’re Asking the Wrong Question

I’m sorry. Let me say this in the kindest possible way. Asking me what I will do to stay ‘young at heart’ as I get older is ageist. Why would anyone assume that it is better to be young at heart than old at… Continue Reading “You’re Asking the Wrong Question”

Happy is a Razor

The tiny box of razor blades was right where I knew it would be, buried on the second shelf of the linen closet, amidst hotel bottles of shampoo and bubble packs of cold medicine. It was on my walk that it came to me.… Continue Reading “Happy is a Razor”

Pedal Harder

If someone told you that you could ride that bike, that all it would take would be to climb up the silver pole, position yourself on the seat, put your feet on the pedals and your hands on the handlebars and fly that bike… Continue Reading “Pedal Harder”

Happy Anniversary

When you are married 30 years, people clamor for the secret. That’s not true. No one’s asked. You have to be a 115-year Russian guy living in a sod hut on the windblown steppes to make folks curious about your claim to longevity. Yogurt,… Continue Reading “Happy Anniversary”

Walk Diary #2: Let’s Do This Damn Thing

I made the mistake of telling people I was pregnant 30 seconds after it happened. Then ensued what seemed an interminable wait for my baby to be born prompting regular inquiries, “Haven’t you had that baby yet?” Of course, the baby ended up being… Continue Reading “Walk Diary #2: Let’s Do This Damn Thing”