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...
Hurry Up and Slow Down
In recent weeks, I’ve been feeling like the work in our new house has been going so very slow. We are working our way from the outside in, getting the things that require pleasant weather to be done first. So we’re repairing our front stoop and walkway and putting in...
New/Old Summer Hair
This post is sponsored by Hair Biology, all thoughts, and opinions are my own. “The key issue here is that grey hair, natural or otherwise, is like a white blanket; everything shows.” Beth Minardi. This summer my hair is the longest it’s been since I was 40 years...
History Lessons
For all my readers who struggle with letting themselves have something they love I can never settle for accepting something, just as it is. I’m compelled to find out the “history” of it. I can’t seem to embrace or comprehend the person, place or thing unless I do. I...
The Person You Always Should Have Been
I always come back here with an apology for not writing. However, I’ve been doing a great deal of it. I finished a book proposal for a book I am calling, “How To Be Old” (you have all inspired me) and submitted 2 essays for a writing class I’ve been taking that...
If You Love Denim Jeans You Can Love Being Old: A Rose
I find it so interesting that while we endorse the idea that our denim jeans have a unique ability to gain character and value as they get older, fade and get used, we resist applying the same logic to the aging process of human beings. Why do we allow so many...