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Category Archives: age
For some, going around the last bend can be quite disconcerting. It’s natural (and easier) to want to take care of the feelings of the elderly, and so sometimes they are “protected” from the truth. Not telling someone they’e dying … Continue reading
If we live long enough it’s gonna be rough. Tell-tale signs of age spoken off the cuff betray us and oh how long and how sad will it get to be before…until…we write bad verse and yet don’t hesitate to … Continue reading
The days have separated into building blocks. No–I don’t mean day to day, but within days. First is a block of sleeping late, then CNN. And there’s my blog block and checking e-mails. My leg hurts for awhile and maybe I try to … Continue reading
What poor therapist would want to get stuck with an 81 year old woman with degenerative arthritis, in slight cognitive decline trailing a Ph.D. in clinical psychology behind her? (That’s my inner response to my suggestion I see a therapist). … Continue reading
I enjoy the cat’s pajamas they verbalize at times, but not the moans of underlying pain. Don’t let us know what lies ahead a life of somersaults, dance and glee only to be sidetracked by a dislocated knee. That I’m one … Continue reading