Author Archives
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Old self/new self
Having multiple versions of a self is not necessarily a bad thing! (I’m not talking about Sybil and The Three Faces of Eve- multiple personality syndrome.) A recent book by Sherry Turkle, Alone Together, bemoans the “false selves” that young people project… Read More ›
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Map of the world
Is 60+ too late to change your world view from glass half empty to glass half full? If you have been taught to see the world a certain way as a child, is it possible to radically alter your view? … Read More ›
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Dust to dust
I figure I’ve spent some of the best years of my life dusting the furniture. If hard pressed, I can hazily recall an occasion or two when I dusted behind the furniture or even under it. I use rags, towels, microfiber gloves, dust… Read More ›
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To sleep, perchance to dream
We sixty somethings are reluctant to admit it but many of us don’t regularly share a bed with our partners. Some of us even sleep in separate rooms. Though there are certainly ghostly visitations, many partners have found that the quality of their… Read More ›
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Small sins and misdemeanors
Peccadillos ahead! PECCADILLO: n pl -loes, -los a petty sin or trifling fault [from Spanish pecadillo, from pecado sin, from Latin peccātum, from peccāre to transgress] The word “peccadillo” was the answer on a Jeopardy question last night. I got… Read More ›
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They are all gone away…
There are no good haunted houses around anymore; I’m thinking of old mansions, like Miss Havisham’s, with moldering curtains at the window, moth-eaten furniture, and old newspapers and pictures from another era strewn over the floors. There are, unfortunately,… Read More ›
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Hic et Nunc (Here and Now)
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Poetry and the top of my head
I am very picky about poetry. Sentimental, forced rhyme annoys me. Abstruse poetry bores me. I’m too lazy to work hard to extract meaning. My poems of choice must surprise me; at least a line or two should provoke me to think,… Read More ›
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Confessions of a book junkie
I buy books, I read books, I hoard books. I like their smell, their feel, their look and the promise of wisdom locked inside. I like new books, in particular, with hard, matte covers and book jackets with pictures of… Read More ›
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January’s Big “D’s”
It is January – cold, stripped-down, battened-down January. Not a lot to look at outside my window: the trees are brooms. The roofs are crusted with dirty snow and a gaggle of dingy grackles. Grit from sand and salt coats the… Read More ›