I Want to Die of Boredom

Wait — allow me to explain Long enough ago that there’s no point in trying to recall the details, I was watching a PBS British drama set between the wars. In one scene, a gentleman, still dapper in late age, settles into a garden chaise lounge and accepts a cup of tea but declines an…

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I Said Yes to the Dress

And now I’m in existential freefall I’m not getting married; my son is His bride is lovely, kind, gracious, intelligent, and a self-made entrepreneur who works like a demon but makes it look easy. For all her drive and achievement, she is easy-going and fun to be with.  She has excellent taste in everything. Naturally,…

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Haiku With Poo

My Dog and I Share the Same Path But Not the Same Goals A walk with my dog:I seek oneness with natureShe seeks a buffet My dog eats green grassCow-like; long blades that get stuckI’ll spare you the rest My dog and I spotA fluffy little vole! SheEats it in one bite Deer have wandered…

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Democracy Won’t Save Itself

It needs elders in the fight We have a gut-level understanding of what’s at stake Here’s what I see on the Zoom call as I prepare to do phone banking: A grid of faces, each in their little rectangles, all earnestly staring into their laptops and trying to figure out whether or not they’re on…

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What If You Were Wrongly Imprisoned?

Meet the podcast guest who might be your best hope I’m privileged to be one of the rotating hosts on the Crow’s Feet: Life As We Age podcast — a show that considers the journey through life from a range of perspectives. All of us are aging, and if we’re lucky we get to do…

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That Time My Husband Found Me On The Bathroom Floor

Here’s what the designers of the Alzheimer’s study didn’t think about Content warning: curse words (justified, but still) I’m not normally given to crying fits I mean, they happen, but it takes a lot. So when my husband returned home from running errands and found me slumped against the bathtub, my eyes swollen and red,…

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Our Secret Shame

Are we failing our dog? We’ve been dogless for long enough, I told my husband Too long. More than a year had passed since Molly, the dowager dog of dogs, the consummate canine companion, said her gentle goodbyes and left us for that Great Dog Park in the Sky. Which may be reached by a rainbow…

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I Don’t Say This Enough

You read what I write, and that means everything to me It’s not my style to get all sappy and maudlin — no, that’s a lie. Getting sappy and maudlin is absolutely my style, but I mostly try to squelch that impulse. It’s embarrassing. But if there is ever a time for sentiment, the beginning…

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It’s My Sister’s Last Christmas

As it was last year, and the year before My holiday memories all take place in my middle sister’s house A rambling, colorful, comfortable house hugging the foothills of the central California coast. A house where we three sisters and our families gathered most years, my oldest sister and her crew traveling south from Santa Cruz…

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