(Republished from 2016) In which I look ahead to the final task in my year of being old: coming to terms with death and dying. Yeeouch. So, I’m putting myself through a DIY boot camp for the bonus years, achieving one goal every month. I’m booting myself into action, establishing habits that are likely […]
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Exactly when would you prefer to die? Soon, before you are too old? Most of us don’t have a choice. I wrote this poem for Sally Bond, who died at 95 in a rest home on Christmas Day, 2014. But perhaps it will fit someone else you know, including you and me, one day. I […]
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In which I look back over the relationship of Death and me, see a pattern, and get overly personal.
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In which I contemplate the relative scariness of a first pregnancy and old age. Preparing for old age is the scariest thing I have ever done in my life. Scarier than gliding. Scarier than windsurfing in a gale. Scarier than reading poems to an audience of 2000. Scarier than reading poems to the […]
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