Category Archives: Aging

Dowager

I never thought my mother’d be alive this long, the way the woman used to smoke. She’s slowing down at 90, but she’ll drive her car to stores nearby, until the stroke of 3 when the commuters clog the streets. … Continue reading

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Bad Driver

You’ve always been unfocused when you drive. It can’t be blamed on age or your disease. The wonder is you’ve managed to survive with jerky hands and eyes. Activities requiring close attention never suit your empathetic gifts for social good. … Continue reading

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The Fifth Wheel

The oldest kid, the only girl, the black sheep in her family of origin, she early learned to be alone. In fact she liked her solitude – she could begin a poem, reread a book, design some clothes for paper … Continue reading

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The Cold

Two weeks ago I caught a simple cold and carried it to Portland in my chest. I didn’t think it much, but now I’m old enough to feel a wreck and need more rest than I arranged. Compounding as a … Continue reading

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Epi (A Preposition)

When I was young, I always looked ahead. Anticipating power when I grew, as soon as I knew one day I’d be dead I started listing things I had to do before my end: have sex with more than one; … Continue reading

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Tired Day

Today’s a tired day. I must admit I’m feeling every decade of my age. And that’s okay – in fact, appropriate, for I have overdone by any gauge: at first in travel far beyond my nest, and then in catching … Continue reading

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The Interrupters

My fingertips feel odd sometimes. They’re cold I note they weren’t so before, or numb when I sleep cheek-compressed – the way I hold them tightly there – or weakened in the thumb. My hands have lost all fat, and … Continue reading

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