Goodbye blog; hello Alzheimer’s. That’s what I had planned to write. I was going to begin with, “I have Alzheimer’s and can’t write any more blogs,” then shut down the website. After all, I’m finished pimping my book (Last Trip Home @ Amazon, Barnes and Noble, and She Writes Press), so why do I need… Continue reading LAST BLOG, MAYBE (May 2019)
I worry for weeks about the blog I strain to put together by the end of every month. I’m very close to saying “Fuck it!” Why do I need to write a blog? I have no wisdom to impart. Do I write it to pimp my book, Last Trip Home (available on Amazon, Barnes &… Continue reading MO’S MANTRAS, January 2019
I felt both alarmed and heartened by this “Whining about Aging” essay I wrote over 18 years ago, on the cusp of turning 60, about the slippage of my cleavage. Now, as I am looking into the asshole of 80 years old in a year and a half, my cleavage is irrelevent. I will spare… Continue reading Dropped Cleavage (December 2018)
As an early Christmas gift mostly for women my age, I am sharing an email I wrote in 2004 that totally improved our holidays. I sent it to Ken’s two children and their mates, to my daughter and her mate, with a copy to Ken. Feel free to borrow it and adapt. On the subject… Continue reading Passing the Spatula
Should I be reassured or frightened that I was worried about getting dementia five years ago? In searching for blog material, I found this essay, written September 11, 2013, for my Wednesday writing group. Warning: it’s a little tedious unless you like to read about traffic in West Los Angeles. I had slippage during my summer… Continue reading Early Slippage
This month I turned 78, only two more years till 80 (if I did the math correctly). I broke off another front tooth eating a chicken meatball. Most people won’t notice because I don't smile much. Why a chicken meatball, you might ask? City folks say chicken is healthier. Henceforth I vow to eat chicken… Continue reading More Whining about Aging
I passed the written part of the CA driver’s test, which was going to expire in two weeks on my birthday. I had to take the test because I’m OLD. I had trouble studying for it because I’m OLD. I may have been passed through because I’m OLD. Most of my friends over 70 are… Continue reading YESTERDAY I DODGED A BIG BULLET!