Presuming, of course, there’s time yet to be anything other than older, I do have some thoughts about what I’ll be then. They’re really not so much about becoming something or someone else as about going out in some style, with an image to be remembered by.
At least I am not alone. Many of my friends have also reached the age when it is deemed prudent to talk with our eyes when the subject of celebrating birthdays comes up.
As the daughter-in-law rolls open the rusted doors to her garage, light spills onto a small figure on a straw mattress. A curious face peers out.
“When the theater is empty, filled with echoes of my voice; when the orchestra is silent and all you hear is noise; When my glory days are over and the lights no longer shine, will the people still remember that the voice they heard was mine?”
When I was 23, I was promoted to assistant vice president in the company I worked for, then the largest...
WE’VE reached the age when we need to let go of people and things that no longer fit into our lives. It’s time to unclutter, to get rid of stuff too burdensome to lug through the next stage of life, old age in this case, when it is important not only to travel light but also, more importantly, to travel free and unencumbered.
Scientists said Wednesday they had found a brain region that controls physical aging, and could target it to manipulate the lifespan of lab mice.
One day, scientists may find a way to alter our genes so that our bodies could have a stronger immune system. Or to slow down our inner biological clock. But until that day comes, we need to take action now.
There has been a change of consciousness, a paradigm shift, an evolving awareness of the body, not just as a machine but as a vessel of something precious—the spirit.
On the rare occasion a young woman might ask me the post-Oprah question of how one develops self-esteem, my seemingly cavalier but serious reply is to forswear reading so-called “women’s” magazines, and to limit their TV watching to noncommercial cable shows.
