Tag: aging
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They Don’t Look at Me Anymore
They don’t look at me anymore because I’m not a “miss” But they miss the woman I have become I’m more than my lines that would be art if etched in tin instead of my face They don’t look at me anymore because they don’t need to card me I buy French wine from the…
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To My Dad, Nearly One Year After His Last Birthday
Note: I wrote and read this to my dad on his birthday nearly a year ago. He passed away in February. I would give anything to read it to him again this year. As I looked out the window this morning at the flecks of white gliding down gently, I thought of a not-so-gentle snow,…
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Leaves
Leaves. Leave. Leaving. They exit their trees gracefully. What if all exits were graceful and all ends expected? The leaves are on a timer. So are we all. Our timer just lacks predictability. This has been a year of loss for me. The leaves this fall have been oddly comforting. I know they leave their…
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Season
My team member, as he left the office today for the last time, headed for his new career adventure, told me we had a good season together. It made me happy, but it also challenged my notion of a season. I live in Michigan to fully experience the four seasons of nature. I get howthose…
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Mom
Mom, mom, MOM, moooooommmmmm, I hear amidst the din of Saturday Costco shoppers. I’m hiding in the dairy, an old milk maid soothing a hot flash. They want to spend my money on twenty pounds of salty snacks that will go stale like my mood this insufferable July afternoon. Mom, mmmmmmmmmmom, m-O-m. How did that…
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Sight
Time has drawn shadows around my eyes. Lines etch memories around my smile. I can still cartwheel though in an open field on a sunny day, dandelions tickling my ankles. I can see more clearly now than I ever have. Progressives. Wisdom comes in a vitamin for 40+ year old women. I drink fruit-flavored tea…
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Lost
As I swim through grief over losing my father in February, I am also processing the concept of loss itself. My father is not really lost. I know where he is and is not. I will never hear his voice on the phone again. He won’t be physically present at family events. He won’t be…
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Night Cream
I wear night cream on my face during the day. Whenever anybody complains about aging and their looks, asking for tips, this is what I give them. Do I truly think it works? No, or rather, I don’t know if it does because I’m too busy living to count the lines. After I post this,…
Kelly Rogers 