Sometimes I prefer carpet to chair. I can still criss-cross-applesauce. I’m a dashboard foot-propper gal. I can bend over, touch fingertips to floor. But my knees complain on a climb. I move slower. Clutter and chaos confuse me. I tire faster. I fear falling. My bones are soft. “I don’t want to be like my mom,” I […]
31 Days on Coming to Grips with My Age ~ Day 1: Botox, Bumps, and Bunions
I catch just a snippet of conversation. “You need to shave what?” “My chin,” she says. “My mother never told me I’d need to shave my chin. Our mothers need to tell us these things.” This is a place where real comes easy. Where we can speak the unspeakable, whisper a secret. And we laugh. […]
Mindful Aging–Corn, Cars, and Snowshoes
Age puzzles me. I thought it was a quiet time. My seventies were interesting and fairly serene, but my eighties are passionate . . . To my own surprise, I burst out with hot conviction. ~Florida Scott-Maxwell as quoted in Mindfulness, p. 93 I’ll call him John. He was a retired minister who lived in […]
Five Minutes with Older: I’m Not Ready to See Jesus
It’s Friday. And it’s Lisa Jo’s birthday. So today our prompt is older. Five minutes to let it spill. This should be easy . . . GO! I’m getting older. With way fewer years on this earth ahead than behind. I have a lot more I want to do and see. But the sands of […]
