I saw an article in the Sunday Times that featured a blog devoted to describing and celebrating the style and fashion sense of older adults. The photographer and blogger, Ari Seth Cohen, 29, is joined by a small group of contributors… Read More ›
observations
Uncertain Times Call for Poetry
Boomers on the path to retirement are reading the financial news assiduously, looking for clues as to how we can ensure that we won’t outlive our money. Resorting to poetry may be the best answer: Villanelle for Uncertain Times What’s… Read More ›
Thinking Like a Creator
Life can seem very daily sometimes. After many years there’s a routine, a prescribed way of doing things, a clock to punch, a boss to please, and chores to finish. The activities you may have begun with gusto many years… Read More ›
Small Victories
Since June 16 I have been writing 750 words or more each day on the web site 750words.com. The reasoning behind the site is that if you commit to writing each and every day, preferably in the morning, you can… Read More ›
Priorities and Practicalities
At sixty, large political, philosophical and social issues sometimes give way to day-to-day practicalities. This may be unfortunate, unforgivable, or understandable, depending on your perspective or sense of humor. A small vignette from the Metropolitan Diary in the NY Times… Read More ›
60, the new August
It’s the last day of August, the shortest month of the year. August seems to start slowly, seductively, redolent of summer- blasting heat and cool drinks- and ends abruptly in nostalgia and school. At the beginning of the month you are immersed in summer… Read More ›
Philosophy for Sixty Somethings
Here’s a tale that is the closest thing to a philosphy of life that I can come up with. It’s commonsense advice that suggests that we try keep our eyes on the task at hand without anxiety, blame, judgment or taking events… Read More ›
Walking in the Sixties
I come from a family of walkers. Since I was a small child, taking two steps to the grown-ups’ one, my family would walk in the woods, in a nature preserve, to the library, down the street, around the… Read More ›
Lady Gaga
Five years have passed since I became a grandmother. I still find that word- grandmother– an uncomfortable fit. In my mind a grandmother is old, and crotchety with orthopedic shoes and little patience. I shared a room with my grandmother… Read More ›
Keeping a low profile
I had always heard that after a certain age women were invisible, even the most attractive ones. It seemed a sad state of affairs and, even more so, when it began to happen to me. Yet, there is an up-side…. Read More ›
Now we are Sixty 