Tag Archives: aging

Hello. How are you? I’m fine!

Each time we give that formulaic greeting we shrink the definition of “I’m fine”: it used to be “I’m fine” meant things were perfect, but now it means, “don’t want to bore you; I decline to mention all the things … Continue reading

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best before

Perched on this spiral shelf this Guggenheim design allows me to observe the downward flow nightmare skid in fact that as we near the bottom outraces elevators. The smiling doorman waits to embrace everyone who leaves at day’s end. It … Continue reading

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Wheel

Sunset brings children home: sun bronzed, scraped, laden with adventure, trophies, disappointment, lessons of the world; unready for a bath, a story, and bed. And when my sunset finally calls my old bones, that return is set into motion with … Continue reading

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