Tag Archives: aging

My Glass house

Looking out through the glass walls, I keep my distance.  You see, the glass lets me observe life without getting my hands dirty. Become a participant?  Oh, no.  Risk the safety of my glass sanctuary?  I couldn’t possibly! I’ve built … Continue reading

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I Didn’t Know I’d Live This Long

The older one gets, the more there is to look back on.  There’s more about life to contemplate.  Hitting 60 was a pretty big deal for me.  I really didn’t think I would live this long.  The women in my … Continue reading

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I Feel It In My Bones

**This is from The Bloggess.  She has an incredible blog.  If you are not familiar with her work, you are missing out.  I hope you enjoy this Beautiful piece. via I feel it in my bones.

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Who Is This Guy?

I found this amazing photo on Unsplash.com.  Credit goes to a photographer that goes by “Vero Photoart”.   She has a website that you can check out here:  http://verophotoart.wixsite.com/photo After recently having what I consider to be a milestone birthday, I’ve … Continue reading

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W – Withered

W – Withered When you look at me, do you see the passions of a young girl?  Do you see me? These hands once held a favorite baby doll. They tenderly held a lover.  They held a child to comfort … Continue reading

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R – Reflection

R – Reflection The last few years have given me reason to pause and reflect on my life and the direction I’m headed.  My life is SO different now than what it was just a few years ago.  In a … Continue reading

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My Body Has Betrayed Me!

At what point did my body start betraying me? I used to be able to party until dawn, get home just in time to shower, change my clothes and go to work.  Yeah, I’d be hung over as hell, but … Continue reading

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