Liking yourself is not always easy—poem
Love yourself. Or at least like yourself. Sounds easy, right? But if it were easy, why do millions keep telling us how to do it? A poem.
Continue readingLove yourself. Or at least like yourself. Sounds easy, right? But if it were easy, why do millions keep telling us how to do it? A poem.
Continue readingMost of us old women dancing do it in secret but trust me, we old women are dancing in our 60s, 70s, 80s… Zaz sings Je Veux
Continue readingA poem listing a few good things that demarcate old age from youth: respect, letting go, lower expectations, ignoring trivial rules…
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