A friend said something to me the other day and it struck home. She said that it was hard to see our days unraveling in slow motion. That the accumulation of losses was the bittersweet theme of this stage of life: for our loved ones, our careers, and our … [Read more...]

I’m not the same moved person who moved here to Portland. I’ve never loved a home as much as this and the reasons are not entirely about the home itself. It is the garden. It is the commitment to our neighbors, it is the pleasure I find in the birds and animals who make their … [Read more...]

Many of you know that I write stories about the experience of aging (with the garden as a metaphor.) What a great job! Sometimes it is sad. But it is never dull. I look at aging as a kind of pilgrimage into a foreign land with no visa. Yesterday, I happened upon a list I made … [Read more...]

So saith Roger Rosenblatt, an essayist I love and whose little book Rules for Aging so intrigued me that I swooped it up from a pile of books at Powell’s. You know what it is like. You spot a book cover intimating that the secrets of successful aging are now at your … [Read more...]