Parents By William Meredith   What it must be like to be an angel or a squirrel, we can imagine sooner.   The last time we go to bed good, they are there, lying about the darkness.   They dandle… Read More ›

There was a short editorial in the New York Times last week noting Ringo’s jumping a decade. The writer made the statement (I’ll paraphrase) that it seemed to him as if youth, itself, has turned 70. I knew exactly what… Read More ›

Intimations of mortality are everywhere. The only antidote is to appreciate the everyday, the commonplace, the unexpected joyous moment. If you happen to be 60+ and you like poetry, the following poem will appeal. “Refusing at Fifty-Two to Write Sonnets”… Read More ›

The world seems a more dangerous place than ever before. Even a news junkie like me starts pressing the off button with each trumpeted description of personal, national or international tragedy, usually delivered by newscasters with a catch of excitement… Read More ›

First it was the birthdays, then the bar mitzvahs, then the sweet sixteens, the engagement parties, the weddings, the baby namings, the children’s birthdays,  and weddings. Now it’s the retirements- forced and chosen. My friends and I echo Hamlet: To… Read More ›