All week, reminders that I am rowing north along a labyrinth of rivers...

Birthdays are random events for me as I get older; I never know how I will react...

Everyone should write a blog, every day, even if no one reads it. There are countless reasons why it’s a good idea...

The trouble with having a change of scene is you get there and find you feel just the same...

She realized she had packed sneakers to climb Mount Everest, not anticipating the crevices and chasms that constitute the rocky terrain of old age.

Retirement began last September. We have come full circle, shifting how we live...

This past week was spent sorting through quotes and articles I have collected...

I quietly slip out of the house into the misty, early morning…

My mother died three years ago this week. Although she was 86 years old, her death was unexpected…

“darling,
you heavy
because you are
too full of the truth…”

Trees have always been the most penetrating preachers. I revere them when they live in tribes and families…

Each of us has a narrative compass, a story that has guided our lifework.

It’s a sobering thought for many, but the reality is that after you die you will most likely be totally forgotten after three generations.

The butterflies in my stomach took flight! I am not good in social situations…

I no longer look at my naked body. My 2 1/2-year-old granddaughter, however, is fascinated by all my body parts.

My addiction started early - and continues to this day…

I slide out from under my husband’s arm, stopping halfway until his breathing steadies…

All my bags are packed I'm ready to go. I'm standin' here outside your door - I hate to wake you up to say goodbye.

There are parts of being old, that are wonderful, and there are parts that suck, and that has a lot to do with genetics, your social position, race, class, gender, sexuality…

Island living begins when the ferry leaves the dock. The rhythm of the waves soothes my soul…