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This is 55
I’ve been fifty-five for a little over a week now. Rounding this corner, finding myself squarely in the long-shadowed afternoon of my own life, has given me pause. I’ve spent a lot of time lately...
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Dear Older (Love, Old)
This is the first in a series of letters between me and my friend, author Margaret Roach, on the challenges (and joys!) of aging. I’m Old (just 55) and she’s Older (facing 60 this year). Who knows...
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Dear Older, about these cars. . .
“We must always change, renew, rejuvenate ourselves; otherwise we harden.” ~Goethe This is the second in a series of letters between me and my friend, author Margaret Roach, on the challenges (and...
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Otherwise
Long after most of my friends in their fifties had given up running, I continued. Not every day, and not very far, and not for very long. Better, I thought, to save my knees to run again another day...
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bucket list
On Tuesday afternoons this past year I’ve been a traveling yoga teacher, lugging a bag full of straps and foam blocks and lavender eye pillows to a small elementary school in a nearby town. My...
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dear old(er): my best apple cake and the beauty of lying fallow
This is the fourth in a series of letters between me and my friend, author Margaret Roach, on the challenges (and joys!) of aging. I’m Old (just 56) and she’s Older (by 5 years). And since we’re...
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you are enough
“Sit down wherever you are And listen to the wind singing in your veins.” ~ John Welwood You are enough. Is it fair to say that taking these three simple words to heart is one of life’s great...
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this is 60
Sixty is not middle-aged. Not even close. Sixty is a reckoning with the truth of mortality, with change, with a new sense of myself as finite. Sixty is an expanded awareness of time passing. It’s...
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an everyday thing
“What is happiness except the simple harmony between a person and the life they live?” ~ Albert Camus I have a friend who rose before dawn for six hundred days in a row. On every one of those mornings...
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