WHOLE OF LIFE

A PERSONAL JOURNEY INTO THE TURBULENT
WATERS OF AGING IN AMERICA

We elders are needed at this time in the history of our country and the world.   It is time to live our lives fully without being constrained by cultural prejudice or by allowing ourselves to become invisible.

Writing Whole of Life is my way of empowering myself and others, creating an alternative to despair and fear as we age.

Lacking a culturally viable idea of old age, our civilization does not really harbor a concept of the whole of life  — Eric Erickson

AN EPIPHANY ABOUT TIME

AN EPIPHANY ABOUT TIME

It's 12:50 on a Monday and there’s not enough time. I am not even sure what I’m late for. But, I can feel my heart beating rapidly and a fluttering sensation in my chest. The image of a heart with wings comes to mind, but my heart doesn’t feel like it’s taking flight. It feels caught. This is so...

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A LIZARD TALE

A LIZARD TALE

Lenny, where are you? I had learned to talk to the lizard in a soft voice so I wouldn’t startle him. It was just a week ago, late afternoon, the time Lenny usually hunted for insects on the screen in my writing studio. I looked in the shady places on the window casement where he hid when the sun...

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LIFE IN THE TIME OF PANDEMIC

LIFE IN THE TIME OF PANDEMIC

  It’s been four months...or five? Is that possible? I have lost my sense of time, of past, present and future. Actually, it’s “future” that’s gone missing. I can’t seem to plan ahead. Yeah, I can schedule phone sessions with my clients, think about what’s in the refrigerator for dinner and...

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HOMECOMING

HOMECOMING

  Leaving Le Broc, Tom and I took the bullet train from Nice to Paris on tracks so close to the Mediterranean shoreline, it felt as if we were passengers on a very narrow ship, and in only a matter of time we’d turn toward the open sea. Twenty-four hours later, travelling by taxi, airplane,...

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Time

Time

I woke up this morning with a sense of daylight, although our bedroom was filled with shadows and dreams. I wondered what time it was and padded on bare feet into my office, opening the windows to smell the dawn. It still carried the scent of rain that began the previous evening, and the clean,...

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PORTALS

PORTALS

  The day after Christmas, in search of medieval ruins and a good hike, Tom and I drove an hour from Le Broc to Chateauneuf, one of many medieval villages scattered across the foothills above the Mediterranean Coast. They’re so numerous that at night their lights look like constellations in a...

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ORDEAL

ORDEAL

            I sensed early on that living in a medieval village for two months in the South of France, writing the second draft of my memoir, would be an initiation. I could feel it beginning long before Tom and I drove to San Francisco, and boarded our flight to Paris I read Malidoma Some’s...

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MY FIRST PLUNGE

MY FIRST PLUNGE

This blog is my first plunge into social media. It’s like trying to summon enough courage to dip my toe into a river with crocodiles just below the surface. I’ve been writing a memoir, Whole of Life, about getting older (oldish?) in a culture where women my age are invisible, unless you’re...

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