When I was 60 years old, seven of us decided to climb Blue Mountain in the Adirondacks. I’d done it before and wasn’t too enthusiastic, but here was a challenge. Could I still do it? Rock climbing isn’t my favorite activity, but what else would I do that day? Sit at home and read aContinue reading “Is Sixty Too Old to Climb a New Mountain?”
Finding a routine that can be sustained indefinitely, or changed every week, was a creative challenge, but we’re old enough to do what we like and not give a damn, right?
When I was sixty, seven of us decided to climb Blue Mountain in the Adirondacks. I’d done it before and wasn’t too enthusiastic—climbing mountains does not bring me joy— but here was a challenge. Could I still do it? What better to do on that particular day? Our group assembled at the trailhead: four adults,Continue reading “IS SIXTY TOO OLD TO CLIMB A MOUNTAIN?”
The body is a giant signal of well-being, and doing yoga gives it a way to send that signal loud and clear.
The question is not “Do I have arthritis,” because everybody has arthritis. The question is “Does your arthritis hurt?”
I do trust my senses of taste and smell, and my abilities to follow a logical trail from sterile seeds to trouble.
Keep your voice young. It’s much easier than keeping the rest of your body young. That goes for your speaking voice as well as your singing voice.
For my husband’s 70th birthday I had dressed to please him, even wearing heels. The waiters at NoMad had spoiled us silly, and now we were at the intermission of 700 Sundays, Billy Crystal’s one-man show on Broadway. The evening was going perfectly. At intermission I headed toward the ladies room on our balcony level.Continue reading “The humility of aging”