Slow thinking on the ageing identity: good things take time.
In which I believe it necessary to impart a trivial detail about blogging momentum, heaven knows why..
Continue readingIn which I believe it necessary to impart a trivial detail about blogging momentum, heaven knows why..
Continue readingI enjoyed this blog post about “The old woman I hope to be.” So good to see someone thinking out loud about this and making conscious choices, don’t you think? Nancy Roman is, as she says, not quite old. Even so, I think I’ve got it now: meet one old person — and you’ve met […]
Continue reading“Why I blog my poems.” Whoa, that sounds as if poetry-blogging is a way of life instead of yet another redundant project thrust into my overloaded schedule a mere four weeks ago. It sounds as if I know what I’m doing. All bluff. Poems in the Wild. Redundant. Pointless. Impulsive. Nauseating. Embarrassing. Time wasting. Pretentious. Amateurish. Unworthy of you. So […]
Continue readingPlants grow new leaves every spring but humans are stuck with the same old skin. It used to be thick, and now it’s thin. What scratched me? A blade of grass? Oh my, aren’t I just the sensitive one? Note to self: wear gloves. * Rachel McAlpine
Continue readingOh, the wonderful James Wallace Harris has done it again. This time he has written his thousandth essay that looks too long to read, but is in fact something I (as usual) am compelled to read to the very end, nodding or squawking all the way through. One point that crops up repeatedly rings a […]
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