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Great Game Changer

Once … Once upon a time … Once upon a time there was a vibrant young girl, full of passion and ambition, full of pride and...

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Agony Column

Dear Glutton for Punishment, How much longer are you going to put yourself through hell with this man? You’ve been dating three years...

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Would a Broken Arm Cast a Pall on My High School Reunion?

If you had told me I’d be going to my high school reunion with a cast on my arm, I wouldn’t have believed it. After all, I was still in...

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In a Laundry Room on Virgin Gorda

I was on Virgin Gorda, ashore at 8:00 a.m. doing my last loads of laundry before the trip south. Out of the wash and into the dryers, I was...

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Kaleidoscope Vision

look at me as if through the lens of a broken Kaleidoscope and you will see a new kind of woman living outside your limited notion of a...

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Secret Life of Nimu

A story of grief, healing and hope. The essay traces a woman’s trip to her hometown after the death of her husband. The traditions that...

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Day 356: A Love Letter to My 30’s

You were the decade that made me a wife. Again. A better wife this time. This time I knew better than to throw the dishes against the wall....

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The Time I Tried Botox

I think of all the women I admire most in my life, the ones who smile to expose years of laughter at the corners of their eyes or the sides...

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My Father’s Advocate: Aging Parents and the Impact of Positive Medical Planning

“What I’m saying is, you could drop dead at any moment.” Blunt, direct and impatient, my father’s cardiologist meant what he said....

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You. There. Now.

They pause long enough to kiss under a tree whose limbs are bursting with grandchildren.

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Daddy, Dementia and Letting Go

“Celebrate more in life, even the little things. I didn’t do that enough.” —Herman Soichi Noji When I think about my father’s...

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I Saw Myself Naked Today

I saw myself naked today. Like most people, I typically take a quick glance at myself in the mirror after my morning shower—with a towel...

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On Letting Oneself Be Taken Care Of

As the eldest in a large family, I grew up taking care of others. Watching my younger siblings, I learned to develop a sixth sense; I...

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“Hi, My Name is Tom”

Hi, my name is Tom, (or Dick, or Harry). I just turned seventy and I’m alone in life. I’m in great shape, except that my fears of...

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Hands of Mine

I look down and I see these hands of mine that don’t look like they belong to me….weathered and worn, signs of veins that want to speak...

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Not Pompeii

On our way to school last week, Atticus, 12, and I discuss our black cat’s willingness to lie in the driveway, unafraid or oblivious to...

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Do Not Read Until 2037: A Letter to my Future Self

Well, hello there old geezer! I hope you’re somewhat sane and still alive 20 years from now so you can fully absorb every word of this...

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Sports Illustrated, Pubic Hair and Botox: My Full Frontal Battle With Aging

Sports Illustrated’s latest porn edition finds it’s way from the coffee table, to the bathroom, under the bed, stuffed in a...

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Hazel

Hazel Byorum’s face was a map of wrinkles and sagging, topography disintegrating because gravity worked overtime on her. Wiry hair sprung...

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In Between the Rain

Have I been good enough, Mother? Oh how I miss the days when your skin was smooth, and bronzed How your smile beamed when you saw my little...

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A Mother’s Lessons Lead to Her Final Gift

“I want to die.” It was hard to hear when my mother first said the words to me over the phone, but I understood why she felt that way....

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January Flashback: French Savoir with Patrice Bisiot

January Flashback: Originally published on FC, September 2014 As a celebrity and fashion hairstylist, I often find myself living out of a...

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Day 79: Birthdays

I get older; you get older. That’s how this works. My legs are healing. Bright pockmarks of red and white mark where the surgeon’s...

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Stripes

In the time stripes run off to infinite raspberry rows, beach towels and barbed-wire fences white stones at veteran cemeteries, shirts on...

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The Heart Never Grows Old

What is it with age? When we’re very young all we want to do is grow old in a hurry, then when we’re teenagers we act like toddlers. As...

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Day 42: Various Positions

For Leonard I’ve seen this room, and I’ve walked this floor. You know, I used to live alone before I knew you. The ceilings in my...

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