Category: Aging

How to add years of joy and meaning to your life

Make America Mexico again

Make America Mexico again
I’m in the Autobus on the way from Ixtapa to Zihuatanejo. The fare has gone up to 12 pesos (60-cents), quite a hike since my first jitney-bus ride four decades ago when the fare was 5 pesos, accepted with a hearty gracias amigo. The van itself looks the same, dented and in need of a... Read more »

I am writing this from a time machine

I am writing this from a time machine
I’m on a beach in Mexico. Lazing under a palm-thatched palapa. I am not thinking about the Super Bowl, the government shut down or the Dow Jones average. Indeed, I am not thinking at all. Absolutely nothing is on my mind. And that is what I want to send you from my lounge chair facing... Read more »

The beginning of the journey

The beginning of the journey
Three years have passed since my first post introducing “Cheating Death: How I added years of joy and meaning to my life” to the ChicagoNow blogosphere. Many of my recent posts have reflected on current events, strayed from personal insights to politics and the social movements that are riling America: racism, the Me Too movement... Read more »
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Thank you, Mary Oliver

Thank you, Mary Oliver
I was blind and She taught me how to see. (I knew nothing about wild geese). I despaired; what is the point I wondered. She nodded in understanding. When I am there l look to the sun. On the darkest day, it shows me the way to the miracles. Miracles, really… Sunlight bathes the bud... Read more »

HAPPINESS GUARANTEED OR YOUR LIFE BACK: Step 5 –The truth and lies about true love

HAPPINESS GUARANTEED OR YOUR LIFE BACK:  Step 5 –The truth and lies about true love
I write my posts in the first person rather than giving advice or suggesting that my byline makes me an expert entitled to editorialize. But when it comes to love I am up there with Casanova, Lord Byron and Leo DiCaprio. So buckle up and grapple with the unblemished truth about love as it became... Read more »

HAPPINESS GUARANTEED OR YOUR LIFE BACK. STEP 2: ABANDON ALL HOPE

HAPPINESS GUARANTEED OR YOUR LIFE BACK.  STEP 2: ABANDON ALL HOPE
Tricky word, “hope.” “I hope I win the lottery.” Harmless enough aspiration although I’ve repeated it a couple hundred times with absolutely zero results. “I hope the Bears win the Super Bowl.” Wow, this year the possibility is more than a pipe dream; it can happen. Surely there is nothing detrimental in being optimistic and... Read more »
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HAPPINESS GUARANTEED OR YOUR LIFE BACK. STEP 1: BRAINWASHING

HAPPINESS GUARANTEED OR YOUR LIFE BACK.  STEP 1: BRAINWASHING
Before you get carried away with scenes out of the Manchurian Candidate or imagine I’m recruiting you into a secret cult by zapping your mind with subliminal images secretly inserted within this post, slow down, this is not about me changing your way of thinking against your will. It’s about reviewing the attitudes and beliefs... Read more »

I've never been so ready to die, and so intensely glad to be alive

I've never been so ready to die, and so intensely glad to be alive
This is not a paradox. To the contrary, dying well and living well are correlated as tightly as a magical yin and yang amulet. As I grew older, I came to see how these seemingly contrary energies were complementary and interconnected. Life evolved into an equation: the closer to dying the more precious every hour... Read more »

Reconciling to the reality that the love you feel, is not felt in return

Reconciling to the reality that the love you feel, is not felt in return
The dagger is plunged without mercy, piercing the heart. Defying your Minister of Security, you have left battlements and palisades behind and revealed yourself, naked, vulnerable, all defenses down. The wound is near fatal. The scenarios can vary. You are besotted with love for the man/woman of your wildest dreams. You are the prodigal child... Read more »
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I’m 86 years old and fifty years from now I’ll be having Thanksgiving dinner at my granddaughter’s house

I’m 86 years old and fifty years from now I’ll be having Thanksgiving dinner at my granddaughter’s house
This is not a headline about spiking the stuffing with a psychotropic. It’s about the focus of this blog, cheating death by doing the things that give life joy and meaning. For me, of all the holidays we celebrate throughout the year, Thanksgiving is the one with the most… how shall I say it, sentimientos... Read more »