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HAND OVER YOUR HEART
I hung our flag outside today. The older I get, the more memories it carries. My first was at age 10, when I became a ‘naturalized citizen.’ Since I was born in Australia, this was something that I needed to do if I wanted to be a ‘real’ American. I did. As I timidly… Read more
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TOP TEN CLUES YOU’RE NOT A KID ANYMORE
Everything hurts and if it doesn’t you’re just waiting for it to. “Your Body is a Wonderland,” in every sense of the word. Skin has gone south from your forehead to your ankles leaving a series of tiny, folded wrinkles that you can move around willy-nilly. Instead of tanning, you become covered with a… Read more
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REMEMBER ME IN BLOOM
I am now at the age where I attend more funerals than weddings; a time more defined by loss than achievement. And while the years have crept slowly they seem to have passed overnight. One moment I was running barefoot for miles along the beach and now? Climbing a simple flight of stairs… Read more
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YOU’RE NEVER TOO YOUNG…OR OLD
Yup. That’s me, playing, “Hide and Seek” in the pool locker room this morning. Couldn’t resist. Two little girls had been hiding and finding each other as their mothers pretended to knock on all the doors in search for them. The longer I watched, the more that I wanted to play, too. Finally, I said,… Read more
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MOTHERS NEST DEEP
I never fully appreciated my mother until I gave birth myself. Looking into my daughter’s eyes for the first time was overwhelming. This breathing, beautiful baby had come from my own body! That sense of miraculous wonder has never left me in the 23 years since. Nor have I lost sight of the responsibility that… Read more
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FOR WHOM THE BELLBOTTOMS TOLL
You probably think these bellbottoms are my teenage daughter’s. Nope. Every soft, comfy, psychedelic inch of these stunners are all mine and I am mad for them. And get this: they were only $7. How did I score such a deal? I was browsing in a chichi old lady’s shop in Florida a… Read more
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DIFFERENT, DREADED. . .DIVINE!
(Cycling into the sunset) There is an old man on our street that walks his dog twice a day and it pains me to watch him. He walks so slowly that the poor dog strains at the leash with every step, longing to run. Instead, he can only go inches at a time, as… Read more
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Wimbledon? Nope, Whiffletoe
Since experts insist that once you’re over 50 you must, “Keep, learning something new,” I took up Pickle ball last week. Well, let me re-phrase that; I have only played two games. Since there is only one court at the Y, and usually a dozen, avid players, one has to sign in and wait.… Read more
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YIKES!! I’M DISAPPEARING!
I’m a lousy candidate for depression or suicide. Sure, I have my gloomy moments but they never last long. There’s just too much to look forward to. It’s like my brain thinks I might win the lottery even though I haven’t even purchased a ticket! Now science will tell you that’s because my endocrine system… Read more
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