Category Archives: Getting old

Two saints

Two friends. It doesn’t seem quite right to tell their stories here, but yesterday I saw how far “in sickness and in health, for richer or poorer” can take a marriage. They won’t hear it, my two friends; one male, … Continue reading

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I don’t look like this either anymore

Lots of comments (at least for this tiny blog) on my post yesterday, including this, from a private email I hope my private friend won’t mind my posting: The best part of being old is that when you’re at an … Continue reading

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I don’t look like this anymore

At the doctor’s, following the physician assistant. “How are you?” I hear her say. I don’t answer, assuming she must be speaking to someone else, because why would you address a question to someone’s back? (Yes, I know, this sounds … Continue reading

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