The Driver’s Licence Photo

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I mostly love getting older – I am calmer, far less self-conscious and so much more confident. I’ve embraced my white hair. I accept my glasses. I live with the fact that I never have very much energy. I love that I don’t get hot flashes anymore.

But every once in awhile, getting older can really suck.

Like, how, when I look in the mirror, I still see my twenty-year old self looking back at me. And I swear, she hasn’t changed a bit.

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Being Stuck With My Mother’s Stuff: Pandemic Clean-Up Post 1

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I’m pretty sure I’ve written about my mother’s stuff before – I could effortlessly write a whole book about my mother’s stuff, truth be told. She is one of those annoying women who keeps everything; who places a priceless value on each item she owns (and which she has dubbed, her ‘treasures’), from little notes my sister and I wrote to her as children, to every single card we ever gave her, to her collection of rocks, her collection of doilies, her collection of linen table cloths, her baskets, my Grammy’s sewing scissors (that no longer work), a whole bunch of carved wooden acorns (?), a unique lamp that is pretty but is no longer safe to plug in (vintage 1949), old cassettes I can no longer play but suspect include the voices of now-diseased loved ones. Continue reading “Being Stuck With My Mother’s Stuff: Pandemic Clean-Up Post 1”

Why Isn’t There an Instruction Manual for ‘Adulting’?

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“Mom, what is this thing and do I need to include it with my income tax return documents?” asks my clearly exasperated daughter, with no preamble, as she holds up the document in question to the screen so I can take a look. Continue reading “Why Isn’t There an Instruction Manual for ‘Adulting’?”

The Long Process of Acquiring Common Sense

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I recall with absolute clarity walking home in the dead of winter with my sister from swim-team practice in my mid teens, hatless, winter parka hanging open, Continue reading “The Long Process of Acquiring Common Sense”

I’m So Sorry…

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The older I get, the heavier become my deepest regrets. I find myself making amends now, as often as I can: I do not want to die with the added regret of words unspoken. This is a story of a woman I met recently who must have waited too long… Poetry has never been my strong suit, but I have added – at the very end – my own plea for forgiveness… Continue reading “I’m So Sorry…”