Reflections: Growing old 41 Articles

by Joyce Sethman

I was born during the second World War and my "title" is "Baby Boomer", a time when public education took off to new heights as mom's were needed to replace men in the work force. TV's, fast food and credit cards we...read more

by Robert Griffith

Boomerville. I'm a citizen in this place. It's a humongous sprawling suburb in the global village, a hernia of history ballooning out of World War II. Our community mailboxes are now being stuffed, to our genuine surprise,...read more

by David Skolnik

I remember walking on the boardwalk at Brighton Beach, helping an elderly lady carry some packages and an umbrella onto the sand so she could get her ideal spot near the waves. "Thank you sonny," she said, grateful I could...read more

by Sarah Peroni

I was walking on the sand pebbles sweeping through my toes hermits diving and ducking from my feet they wash away inside the sand And I saw my image in the water rippled yet smooth Like that, of myself, which I will ...read more

by RNorrisFaulkner

I've been called young man by many ever since I can remember. Not now. That's a telltale sign that I'm middle-aged and racing toward old-age very rapidly. The invincible high is long gone, but I only recognized it the othe...read more

by Suzie Bluze

As I get older The other day my teenage niece asked me how I felt about being old. I was taken aback, for I do not think of myself as old I may be 52 but somewhere in my head I'm still 17, and I long ago decided that "m...read more

by Dream Catcher

"If you stood sideways and stuck out your tongue, you'd look like a zipper," a co-worker once told me. Alas, my stomach is no longer flat. I would look ridiculous in the clothes I would like to wear but can't because the...read more

by Angie Ellerbe

Thinking back, I remember when I first laid eyes on her. A cute little baby girl. Wanting to live in this moment forever. Remembering her first words, smile, laugh. Watching her learn to crawl, then to walk. Listenin...read more

by Marcy Yarbrough

Seasons will change, and so will all kinds of things I'm discovering about growing old. Age Spot #2 is appearing on my left hand while Age Spot #1 grows steadily darker on my right. Sure, I'm the only one who really noti...read more

by Debby Peebles

When I was young or younger (I am still young!) I used to dread the thought of being old because I thought that by being an old person, I would miss out on life. That there wouldn't be anything to do anymore and that I wo...read more

by Rymana Feriani

My birthday I celebrated my birthday sleeping in the couch, and for a while I thought that I am still sucking my mother's milk. This moment, twenty seven years ago I had a glimpse of how hard it is to get out of my mothe...read more

by Michael Bettencourt

INCIDENTAL I wrote a poem about it, so I might as well start off with the opening lines to set the scene: "Damn! / I could feel the enamel shear, / the popcorn kernel skittering throatward / after calving the molar." ...read more

by Joanne Wysocky

I was up half the night last night dancing, as I have been so many times in the past. Therefore I was most grateful that Buddy let me sleep until almost 7 this morning. I lay in bed for a bit, day dreaming about the danc...read more

by Zaineb Zahid

The old woman looked up at the Sun for a split second and than quickly lowered her gaze and shaded her eyes from the blistering heat. She than turned and slowly walked off through the traffic of cars and the babble of voic...read more

by Elaine Sihera

Self-Definition (45-55 years old) This stage in our life tends to be a highly productive but quite turbulent time for resolving the key issues which matter to us, like immortality vs. mortality, or nurturing vs. aggr...read more

by Angel1

I was fed up with everybody at the time. I had been taken for a fool. One of my friends, Annie had said that she was a millionaire. She was trying to encourage me to join her on selling a website. No, I'll stick to m...read more

by Toni McKilligan

Apparently, growing old is no longer acceptable. Apparently, we are supposed to fight it tooth and nail by whatever means are available to us. Growing old is no longer a natural process; it's a marketing ploy. Hide yo...read more

by Alicia Black

I once ran these streets with laughter and joy. These days I have trouble making it down my porch. To think that so long ago I was jiving in the bars with all the sailors dressed in their white uniforms. We would drink in ...read more

by EstherLou

Growing old is gradual. It sneaks up on you without notice. One day you are young and know everything, and before you realize it, time has passed you by. You were married and had children and watched them grow. Now, your c...read more

by Ms Faye

Red Strings Just recently I made a late night trip to the nursing home over twenty miles away. An anxious voice came through the phone line breathlessly saying "She is unresponsive. Should I call the ambulance? What do ...read more