Sooty waits in the hall, knowing the sound of my key in the door. He’s longhaired and handsome, with golden eyes and a dash of Persian somewhere in his ancestry. Feather-duster tail waving, he escorts me into the living room …
It’s late winter in New England. Historically that’s the hungry season, when the ice house, the root cellar and pantry are near empty; the ground is still frozen and the locals wait for spring. But our home is blessed when …
There was none.
I was twelve in 1954 when I figured out the connection between sex and procreation. Before that, there were no fatherly talks on the birds and the bees. Instead, lots of fantastical tales such as cartoons featuring …
As I started to take the first bite of my Egg McMuffin, my lips and gums went numb on the right side of my mouth.
Until then, everything seemed normal. My wife Norma and I were having Sunday breakfast at …
You are dying. Your physical being is lying in a bed in a room surrounded by your loved ones, clinging to life with each shallow breath. Your mental being is somewhere else, perhaps in a different world or living a …
What did it mean that my grandmother, born in 1898, had cached away a wad of fifty dollar bills at the back of her sock drawer, wrapped in a sheet of the nice stationery she always wrote letters on? A …
As I wander around the REI store looking at Merrell hiking boots, Kuhl pants, and various brands of rain jackets, I feel pretty good about myself, right at home among the lean, fit employees and other shoppers. Yes, I’m sixty-something, …
Stare in the mirror and question how committed you are to aging naturally. Prepare the following products:
- A medical-grade non-foaming cleanser for sensitive skin
- An infusing serum with Reishi extract
- A Korean skin softener
- A reputable moisturizer, as not all
When you’re fifteen you think you know a lot and think the adult world knows very little and is really screwed up. When I came into my Grandmother’s house one day, I found her sobbing on the couch.
“What’s wrong? …
Why is my body betraying me? I’m only twenty-seven years old. This shouldn’t be happening, not to me. I sit down in the waiting room on one of the unsightly chairs that is the color of dijon mustard. I stare …