Okay, some bait-and-switch with that photo — I’m illustrating a post on Getting Old(er) — on what there is and isn’t to fear about that process — with some photos of winter outfits. Because, after all, Getting Older needn’t mean we don’t care about what we wear. . .
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I’ve been missing the remembered ease of Island summers past . . . feeling elegiac, melancholy, and very aware of time passing. At the same time, I’m wanting to make the most of the Summer I’m in right now, and set up some good practices or attitudes for future summers. After all, I’m not going to be 70 forever, right? Hah! Click through to read more — I’d love to know if any of my musings resonate with you. . . whatever your age.
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I celebrated my 70th birthday this week in a beautiful seaside lodge with family. . . and now, newly launched into this 8th decade, I’m pausing for a bit to breathe mindfully. A very short post with a few photos (in one of which a Nana has been paparazzi’d by a daughter who somehow saw beauty in a grey, curly, ungroomed head of hair — in conversation with a sweet red-haired grandgirl. . . Click through to see . . .
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In which post, some thoughts and words about the benefits of being a beginner. Of learning new things. Even when some of the new things are old things (because it turns out that when you’re almost 70, many of the old things can seem new again 😉 As my recent excavation of my decades-old stash of sheet music has revealed. I’m hoping you’ll read and connect and we can have a conversation about the benefits of learning new things (while disproving a proverb or two about old dogs). Click through, please. . .
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A few months ago I wrote about a literary excerpt that featured a 60-something woman thinking back on a long sexual relationship with her husband. I wondered if there was room here for a conversation about topics that excerpt could open — and received many encouraging comments indicating interest. So I’m starting that conversation today with a memory of a Sixty-something birthday lunch I attended when I was young — Fortyish-young, at least. Then I turn to a memoir to introduce a Very Bold Sixty-Something (she did What?!) and hope by the end of the post, I’ve made some space for us to chat. Please click to read more.
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