Still becoming

When my mother was 51, she was busy getting ready to die, but she didn't know this yet. Well, maybe she did know it on some level, but she never talked about it with me pre-diagnosis so I really can't be sure. Certainly none of us, her children, her husband, knew it yet. I'm 51. … Continue reading Still becoming

50: The year I got old

I was thinking about how I have been in a funk these past several weeks, when I realized, no, it's actually been several months now that I've been feeling this way.  I realized what is partly affecting my mood and my decisions is this: I feel old. My skin looks old. All of my joints … Continue reading 50: The year I got old

Ode to snow, part 2

My thoughts wandered, fueled by cold and the discomfort of muscles that are rarely used screaming their displeasure at being exploited in the manner required by shoveling. I remember being handed a shovel and instructions to go "do the front steps" of our house. We had a house with 14 concrete steps at that time. … Continue reading Ode to snow, part 2