aging

26 posts

One is Not the Loneliest Number

Parts of my body have been removed and/or replaced and others are definitely not what they used to be. I’ve lost much: muscle tone, the shine in my hair, the brightness of my teeth, and some stamina. My skin is thinner and even insignificant bruises can become permanent marks of experience. I don’t trust my night vision sufficiently to be […]

Out of The Mouths of Babes

My friend Fredda posted this wonderful story on Facebook and I had to share it in a wider audience. I believe that we all underestimate the value we bring to the world, just with our authentic presence. In this instance, little Norah recognized the value of someone who likely was thinking he’d never be worth much to anyone again. If […]

A New Take on Old Ideas

I got an unexpected and much appreciated call from my first friend yesterday. We’re coming up on the Jewish New Year and Lynne, who I’ve known since the fifth grade, phoned from New Jersey to span the distance and reconnect for a few precious minutes. Within the flow of our conversation was an emphasis on how blessed we are to […]

Where O Where Have We Been?

I am nowhere. I am now here. It’s all about perspective, isn’t it? I feel as if I’ve been on a journey down Alice’s rabbit hole the past month (maybe longer). But as of today, I believe I’ve finally found the light of day. Where Has Sharon Been The Past Month? March 1 Mike and I “got the call” from […]

Mother please, I’d Rather Do It Myself

Remember when you were a youngster dreaming of adulthood? Couldn’t wait till you were in charge of your own life. Did you play teacher? Did you imagine yourself becoming a sports star, an astronaut, a parent? How those dreams influenced our educational and early career choices. Do you remember later on how much time you spent researching and planning for […]

Pillow Talk

Do you remember your dreams? Last night I had a wonderful dream. I’ll tell you about it shortly, but first I’ll tell you why I pay attention to my dreams. For about a year before my transplant surgery, my dreams became so vivid and had such staying power that I began to transcribe them in a dream journal each morning. […]