The Bee’s Knees, Not Mine

The Bee’s Knees, Not Mine

Babies are born without kneecaps.  They don’t appear until the child reaches 2 to 6 years of age. This puts in perspective the fact that my knees grumble at their overuse. They’ve been performing repetitive tasks for almost 70 Years, absent in my preschool...
Learn Something New

Learn Something New

New Year’s Resolutions – Do you make them? Do you break them within thirty days and return to your cocoon? Or, do you become a busy spider, eager to weave a web to catch new tidbits and things? As you may know, music stirs my soul and keeps me vibrant and...
Wiseacre-age versus Dotage

Wiseacre-age versus Dotage

I’ve attended a multitude of holiday events and a couple of them were populated by old people. You might mingle among them, too. And, so help me, I hope you’re not one of them. Old people are fussy, forever looking backways to the good old days while...
You’re Never Too Old…

You’re Never Too Old…

So, due to a recent birthday, I’ve become geriatric. No, I’m not a Jurassic Park dinosaur – at least not culturally – but I do have ancient bones, body aches and pains. I’ve a long-time yoga, physical therapy, and massage devotee. This...
Old Age Ain’t for Sissies!

Old Age Ain’t for Sissies!

I reached the age of the ancients, according to my hypothesis at age 21… I’m Boomer-aged. Old Age Ain’t for Sissies. The good news is that I’m not keeping myself together with Band-Aids. I’ve been a yoga enthusiast for a long time. I...