Alzheimer's
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STARLIGHT, STAR BRIGHT
“Tonight the Perseid meteor shower will be in full view and I will watch all those falling stars fall. It will remind me that dying is pretty from a distance. But mostly it will remind me of the nights Granny and I used to look up at those same stars and say, “Starlight. Star bright.… Read more
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JUST DRIVE
I just handed my oldest the keys to the car and sent her out to the market. For a brief moment, she just stood there and looked at me as if uncertain what I meant. “Here’s the key,” I repeated. “Just drive.” I figure she’s had enough of me sitting in the passenger seat… Read more
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EVERYTHING OLD IS NEW AGAIN EXCEPT ME
It was a week of deja vu. Met two different college kids sporting blue hair; one at Starbucks and one at my front door. Well, it sure beats the nose rings. Of course, back in the 60’s, a “blue hair” was any older woman who put a blue rinse on her white hair. Most of my grandmother’s… Read more
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CALL ME. . .BETTY WHITE
“We won’t all get to 88 with cute dimples, a wicked sense of humor and be asked to host SNL. Many of us will be in rocking chair mode, having heated debates over what drug lowers our cholesterol faster, or comparing our latest hip-knee-shoulder replacements. Some of us may not even remember our own names,… Read more
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HERE’S TO INDEPENDENCE!!
“We repeat ourselves generation to generation. We do it in different languages, under different skies and in different times but the pattern doesn’t change. . .Some of us die fighting like those who won our independence. Some of us have no fight at all. Most of us lie somewhere in between.” Read more
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FACE OFF ALZHEIMER’S WITH FACEBOOK
Two years ago my 15 year-old suggested that I get a FACEBOOK. I told her that was ‘the most ridiculous thing I ever heard of.’ I am eating my words. In the last two years I have found not only old friends, teachers and ex-students, but have entered a cyberspace world that adds richness to my… Read more
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AARP (An Age Richly Producing)
I was mad. Fuming actually. Could not believe that the envelope I had just pulled from the mailbox was “an invitation to join AARP.” Certainly this was meant for someone else; someone really old. Not ME, the ponytailed girl who had just put in her ½ mile daily swim. But no, it really WAS me. … Read more
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AGEFULLY AGING 