When he said:Beware the barrenness of a busy life. . . .
"I am so tired of people being sick,I'm afraid it's just the future." "I don't like this, aging and being sick all the time,one thing after another." Two girlfriends said or wrote this to me within an hour of each other. One is in her 50s and the other 70.These are things that have happened to . . .
Something about the Cher concert has bothered me, and it's related to my thoughts on women trying desperately to hang on to their youth.I won't beat on the plastic surgery that's left her face expressionless and cartoon-like.Or the lips that are three times the size they were when she first . . .
There seems to be a disturbing trend afoot: women are paying good money to look like cyborgs. Or worse. I mean, those unnatural lips are bad enough, but did she have to call even more attention to them by outlining them in dark lipstick then painting them pale pink? Could she think this is . . .
Cher is an icon.Larger than life, really.So when we had an opportunity to see her show at Caesars Palace tonight, we seized it. Along with a couple thousand other geezers (and gays).Ironic, really, because my college-student nephew and I have been having late-night conversations about his insistence . . .
I love this photo and looked at it for a long while, imagining. I love the woman clapping her hands with glee.(I'd be completely grateful if I could hopscotch at that age, wouldn't you? Shoot, I'd be grateful if I could do it without falling over NOW!!) . . .
There was a day when the only person I knew with chronic pain was my mother.No more.One friend is disabled by serious hip problems. Two more have fibromyalgia. Another suffers from a lifelong dark, clinical depression. Someone in mind-numbing pain from a motorcycle accident years ago. My friend SD . . .
Ahem.Well.It's not as straightforward as it seems.In fact it's downright confusing.Have you looked at your hands lately? Don't look too closely. It might scare you.I have my mother's hands now.And yet aging also brings with it a confidence missing in our youth.A certain...perspective.The ability to . . .
Dance class last night.We got there early to practice alone.Steps. Missteps. Turns. Twists. We laughed so hard we cried. (You had to be there.) So hard my eye makeup ran down my cheeks.At one particularly hilarious point M looked down at me with a big grin, and said:"That's your mother's smile! I . . .
"I hate photographs, M. said the other day. "I look in the mirror and still see that same guy I was in college. But photos? They don't lie."Considering the alternative, aging is a pretty good deal.But all the little aches and pains that crop up out of nowhere can be irritating signs of your body's . . .