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ONE IN TEN
How dare TIME magazine announce: “Alzheimer’s: At last, some progress against the most stubborn disease.” Imagine my disappointment to read merely the same old stuff: It’s hereditary. No drug cures it. Some have side effects worse than the disease itself. We still spend 5 billion a year on cancer research and only 500 million a… Read more
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BE MY VALENTINE!!!
I love the company of men. Just came off the tennis court with three of them after winning the tiebreaker. The two who lost weren’t thrilled but they were gracious losers and even complimented me on being, “one helluva retriever.” Men play at sports and life, with an enthusiastic, ‘come what may’ attitude that I… Read more
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A STITCH IN TIME!!
Well, it’s been a whole week since 2011 lurched into view. The gym is already less crowded. For the record, I cannot ever remember making a New Year’s Resolution. As a kid I must have watched too many grownups make—and not keep–them. I have always tried to make daily ones; the kind that I could… Read more
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NEVER SAY NEVER
‘We’ just got a puppy for Christmas. In the last two days I have bent over with a paper towel and wiped or picked up at least 12 different ‘gifts.’ According to my research, I will be doing this for the next 3 months—if I’m lucky. Now I am not particularly wild about dogs, never… Read more
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SINGIN’ SWINGIN’ SENIOR
What a thrill I had at the supermarket this morning!! As I was coming through the checkout line with a single bottle of CHEER, the cutest little teenage checker gave me a huge smile and said, “Are you a singer?” “Why, yes, I am,” I said, perfectly delighted that she may have recognized me. “Okay,… Read more
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JOIE DE JOIE
A few minutes ago, my seventeen year-old actually said these very words to me: ACT YOUR AGE!! (Yes, the very title of my last blog, which she apparently did NOT read). She was horrified to discover that I have been taking Zumba classes. When I pressed her as to exactly what she meant by her… Read more
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ACT YOUR AGE
This one’s been around awhile and I still don’t get it. Heard it a few times as a kid. Never liked hearing it though because it usually meant I was doing something wrong-—like the kid at Kroger’s yesterday. He was tossing grapes into the silver pan of the produce weighing scale from his perch in a… Read more
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BE HERE WHILE YOU’RE HERE
"You couldn’t miss her at the Southwest boarding gate. Her bright, pink, plastic raincoat just screamed, ‘Here I am!’ from the long line of dark, business suits and drab jackets. And there she was: a tiny woman with a pixie hair cut, dressed in slim jeans, a snappy pullover and sporting a very, loud pair… Read more
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LOVE’S ‘LABOR’ NOT LOST
Someone I never knew died today and I am sad. A few hours ago he simply took his last breath. His children will never hear him laugh again. His wife, a friend of mine, will never see him sip his morning coffee or put on his jacket. Gone. He is just gone. This… Read more
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LATE. . . BUT GRATEFUL
So basically, let me start with all my excuses: 1. the delivery guy was late which meant I would be late picking up my kid. 2. He was delivering my kid’s desk—which was already 6 weeks late. 3. I was going out-of-town the next day and had a SLEW of details to take care… Read more
AGEFULLY AGING 