What to Wear During Fashion Week (When You Are Old or Any Age For That Matter)
Today I’m sharing a short essay I wrote for the magazine, This Curious Life, published by the National Innovation Centre Aging. I’m asked before fashion week what I will wear or what style I prefer. When I hesitate, the person asking will offer up words like...
Cover Reveal! How To Be Old
Hi Everyone! I am so excited to share the cover of my memoir, "How To Be Old". I am especially grateful to my blog readers who over the years encouraged me to write a book and complimented my writing. Here's a link to preorder and again many, many thanks!...
Same but Different
Today I head back to the city. I discover there are certain things I can only find there. While I love my new home on the Hudson, there are just some experiences of my former life that are irreplaceable. This includes having a haircut with my Japanese hair stylist...
Circling Back
It’s Sunday morning. Sleeping in for me is now 7:30 AM since during the week I am up at 5. Calvin is already up and I can smell the freshly ground coffee. I enter my “new/old” kitchen with its cheery buttercup yellow cupboards. Light streaks across the golden heart...
The Allure of Tassel Shoes
Right now I have too many clothes, too many shoes, too many jobs, too many half-read books, and too many stress-induced pints of ice cream under my belt. Yet here I am on my phone, my eye caught while browsing Instagram by a pair of blue suede tassel loafers. I go to...
Letting Oneself Go
let oneself go act in a uninhibited way. “you need to unwind and let yourself go” become careless or untidy in one’s habits or appearance. “he’s really let himself go since my mother died” It’s that time of year when people take the opportunity of a new year,...
Cloistered
When I was a young girl, I went through a period when I wanted to be a nun; not just any kind of nun, but one who was cloistered. Also referred to as enclosed, cloistered orders of nuns are those whose members strictly separate themselves from the affairs of the...
Knots
I wrote a post on Instagram about Knots. So many women related to it, I thought I would write about it here too. I am usually so impatient when I try to unravel one that I end up making it tighter and harder to separate out the strands. The knot I am fingering and...
What Are Grandmothers Supposed to Wear?
Today I am getting dressed to go pumpkin picking with my granddaughter, grandson, daughter, son-in-law, and Calvin. It’s cool and overcast, so I’m happy to wear an oversized light grey, sustainably made sweater I recently received as a gift. The first I have not...
Got Ya!
Well, it finally got me. I was feeling rather invincible. The IT being the Great Interrupter, aka COVID-19. It spread through the entire family, younger ones being done in three days; us older folks more like 10 before we were back to normal. But amid it came great...
Still Here
Hello, my friends, It's been a quiet and reflective last few months, while also researching and writing the book and finishing up the workforce development grants I am still consulting on with my social work hat. My mother's death hit me hard triggering much thought...
Hibernation
I wrote this essay five days before my mother died on Christmas morning. I was with her through her last hours and the moment of her death, a profound experience. I thank you so much for your comments as I have written about...
Life Goes On
We set out in the car and take the local route. Following the river, we pass through small cities and towns in various stages of development. Some, like mine, once abandoned or left in disrepair, now show signs of life, propagated by the many transplants from Brooklyn...
Blurry Vision
Blur (adjective) · make or become less clear or less distinct · a thing that can’t be seen or heard clearly I live in a blur these days; literally and figuratively. Figuratively, it comes from spending time with my mother. It’s often unclear what she can see and...
Working Disorder
“Work is the one thing you can count on. Everything else is fragile,” Lately, I’ve been feeling exhausted. When in this state it’s easier to get sucked into the mindless waste of time called too much social media and not always doing the things that are good for you...
The Secret Garden Diorama
“If you look the right way, you can see that the whole world is a garden.” Frances Hodgson Burnett, The Secret Garden. My mother has descended another level down the steep staircase that is dementia. These days it is uncertain she knows who I am, yet as...
Ethic of Care
Entering the cavernous industrial space situated a block from the Brooklyn waterfront, unlike other fashions shows I’ve attended, I’m greeted by tables groaning with woven baskets filled generously with bread, fresh vegetables, empanadas and a sweet cookie. There are...
Seven Year Itch
Last week the Accidental Icon Project turned seven. I can’t help but think of the term “seven-year itch” because I have one. The term, introduced in 1955 when I was two, came from a film based on a play starring Marilyn Monroe and Tom Ewell. In keeping with my...