Category: Life style

The third stage of Elderhood: Making sure your life mattered!

The third stage of Elderhood: Making sure your life mattered!
The first stage of my passage to Elderhood took place in my mid-sixties, give or take. I looked in the mirror and recognized the disconnect between the image I presented to the world and the soul behind the reflection, and I asked myself, How did I get here and how do I want to live... Read more »

Speeding down the highway when suddenly a stoplight appears

Speeding down the highway when suddenly a stoplight appears
We were driving on a super-highway, pedal to the metal, when suddenly we were forced to slam on the brakes and come to a grinding halt. At first, we stifled our annoyance but as time passed, we leaned on the horn to signal our exasperation. But the jam didn’t yield, and it became apparent we... Read more »

My friend searches for the meaning of life. And gives me the answer each time I see him

My friend searches for the meaning of life. And gives me the answer each time I see him
I’m chuckling. How well I know the frustration my friend is experiencing. For decades I went through the same exercise, seeking a definitive answer for the imponderable. Eureka, I shouted, after reading Viktor Frankl’s book, “Man’s Search for Meaning.” All I have to do to find my reason for being is to identify a purpose... Read more »
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Apology to my African-American brother

Apology to my African-American brother
I thought long and hard about writing this post. How do I justify or authenticate an exhortation that cries out for indignation and protest against the racial violence that consumes our country when I am writing this from my plush condo overlooking the lake? And then it comes to me. That is the point of... Read more »

“It’s not my time,” the old man said. “Whose time is it” I asked, “if it’s not yours?”

“It’s not my time,” the old man said. “Whose time is it” I asked, “if it’s not yours?”
The big challenge for me as the weeks of sheltering in place pile up, is to see the idle time as an opportunity to try new things, to stay busy and engaged rather than submit to the lure of the couch and skipped shower and growing a mustache as my ‘big project’ for the shut-in.... Read more »

Growing a mustache and barnacles on my ass while sheltering in place. But the Guiding Force within is more fiercely alive than ever.

Growing a mustache and barnacles on my ass while sheltering in place.  But the Guiding Force within is more fiercely alive than ever.
Staying at home for days on end is not fun. But I’m in a spacious apartment with my wife, not stuffed with a hundred-plus British soldiers into a 15 x 18 ft Black Hole of Calcutta. I’ve missed out on dinner dates at the city’s fabulous restaurants, but I haven’t missed a meal. And I’m... Read more »
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Gloom from uneased confinement. Duplicity from an amoral President. And the flowers are blooming; a robin is singing in full throat

Gloom from uneased confinement.  Duplicity from an amoral President. And the flowers are blooming; a robin is singing in full throat
How do we find joy and meaning while in hiding from the scourge? I recall my visit to Amsterdam to see the hidden room where Ann Frank wrote her poignant story. I find inspiration in Victor Frankl’s astonishing book, “Man’s Search for Meaning,” written while an inmate at the Auschwitz concentration camp. I forward the... Read more »

Side effects of Sheltering in Place: Gloom. Despair. The antidote: breathe!

Side effects of Sheltering in Place: Gloom. Despair. The antidote: breathe!
I feel the presence of the Coronavirus anxiety demons. On the surface: the stubble of three days without shaving; an empty Häagen-Dazs container and a physique slowly morphing into Papa Blue Smurf; in the corner of my closet an accumulating pile of laundry measures my lurking discontent. Seeping within: dark feelings of helplessness and desolation;... Read more »

To be an elder is to be respected and honored. To be elderly, sucks!

To be an elder is to be respected and honored.  To be elderly, sucks!
By the time this COVID-19 pandemic is over I’ll be in a wheelchair, hooked up to an IV and shriveled as a prune left out in the sun. I’m not doing anything to transform from being energetic, healthy and cute as the Pillsbury Doughboy, I’m just reading the newspapers and learning how vulnerable I am... Read more »
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The healing powers of COVID-19

The healing powers of COVID-19
The crisis we are facing is not the coming of the apocalypse. I agree, COVID-19 ain’t chopped liver. We are reeling from the impact of the shelter-in-place directive, confined to our homes, compelled to obey restrictive rules from a catalog of authorities. We are victims of circumstances beyond our control. Those who live from paycheck... Read more »