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?”
We didn’t tell the Irish, “Time’s up! They’re growing potatoes again.
The body is a giant signal of well-being, and doing yoga gives it a way to send that signal loud and clear.
I put my hand on Brad’s shoulder and said, “Just in case you thought that white people don’t notice this sort of thing, aren’t bothered by it, I want you to know I noticed.”
A few years ago I was in a taxi with my cousin and he screwed up his nose and said, “Whew! This place smells of pot.” “So that’s what pot smells like.” “You’ve never smoked pot?” “Nope.” “I don’t believe you.” We are about the same age, but I was a “back to nature” hippy, notContinue reading “Why I don't smoke pot”
Georgie floats like a cork on life. She says, “I don’t remember any of those things. I just get up every morning and say my prayers to thank God that I am here. I take one day at a time. I don’t worry.” That’s as deep as it gets.
Maybe Georgie knows the secret of life. If so, I am not going to survive to 102.
Funny how we thrive on our assumptions.
I don’t want to depend on the smartypants way; I’d rather build my audience one by one.
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.